The Writers Voice
The World's Favourite Literary Website



Rusty Broadspear

'Gosh Josh, what's that on the mat?'
It lay neatly curled, odorous, steaming.
'It's mine,' Josh chuffed,
'To you, master. I bet that's pleased you.'
'I can tell you're pleased
The way you point to the door.
You want walkies, don't you?
Would you like some more
Before we go?'
The master raised his hand.........
'Ahh a playful pat,
I do so like to please master.'
The master swung the leash
'YES! - I knew it - time for walkies.'
Josh, the fat, black labrador
Shook his tail and rump
As he waddled to the door.
His tired eyes looked up at master
He gave a hoarse bark of anticipation.
Master pushed old Josh outside
And through the closed door, he shouted,
'Wow!! Master's so pleased,
he's letting me roam alone!'
'Before I go, I'll leave him another present,
On the doorstep, then he'll love me more.'......
'By the time you find that, master,
I'll be on my way back,
Then we can spend a quiet evening alone.........'

Critique this work

Click on the book to leave a comment about this work

All Authors (hi-speed)    All Authors (dialup)    Children    Columnists    Contact    Drama    Fiction    Grammar    Guest Book    Home    Humour    Links    Narratives    Novels    Poems    Published Authors    Reviews    September 11    Short Stories    Teen Writings    Submission Guidelines

Be sure to have a look at our Discussion Forum today to see what's
happening on The World's Favourite Literary Website.