And part two of the Saturday night poetry jam, this one’s an oldie, too, and more fun ... about a puppy-dog who I once knew …
LITTLE MISS EVA
By James Grob
Little Miss Eva was a tiny pup
Smallest of the small
She could fit into a coffee cup
If she rolled into a ball
Miss Eva's pillow was a soft, cool lump
And always on the chair
She'd jump and jump and jump and jump
And couldn't get up there
But she'd jump and jump and jump again
Until she finally got it right
She would lay upon the pillow then
And sleep all through the night.
Little Miss Eva had the brownest eyes
And softest, white curled hair
Her tail was one of smaller size
But wagged a lot back there
Miss Eva liked to run around
And chase her doggy toys
Her favorite was a little clown
Who made a squeaky noise
She liked to hold it in her mouth
And shake it up and down
Then shake it north and shake it south
Then shake it all around.
Little Miss Eva would get quite upset
When the mailman came each day
You wouldn't think such a tiny pet
Would try to chase someone away
But Miss Eva snarled and growled and barked
And howled a little, too
Whenever she saw a mail truck parked
On her avenue
She'd peek at him through the little slot
Where he slid the letters in
And warned him that he'd better not
Come back to her house again.
Little Miss Eva liked to run a lot
Around the coffee table
She would make circles all around the spot
As fast as she was able
Faster and faster and faster she'd run
Around and round and round
Miss Eva thought it was so much fun
Her feet barely touched the ground
Until finally she would get tired, then
She would lay down on the floor
But when she caught her breath again
She would run around some more.
Little Miss Eva's favorite thing to do
Was to snuggle on the bed
With any snuggly person who
Would rub her little head
Miss Eva also liked it when
Someone gave her something yummy
Or scratched behind her ears and then
Tickled her little tummy
Miss Eva was a tiny pet
The smallest of the small
But among the dogs that I have met
She was happiest of them all.
LITTLE MISS EVA
By James Grob
Little Miss Eva was a tiny pup
Smallest of the small
She could fit into a coffee cup
If she rolled into a ball
Miss Eva's pillow was a soft, cool lump
And always on the chair
She'd jump and jump and jump and jump
And couldn't get up there
But she'd jump and jump and jump again
Until she finally got it right
She would lay upon the pillow then
And sleep all through the night.
Little Miss Eva had the brownest eyes
And softest, white curled hair
Her tail was one of smaller size
But wagged a lot back there
Miss Eva liked to run around
And chase her doggy toys
Her favorite was a little clown
Who made a squeaky noise
She liked to hold it in her mouth
And shake it up and down
Then shake it north and shake it south
Then shake it all around.
Little Miss Eva would get quite upset
When the mailman came each day
You wouldn't think such a tiny pet
Would try to chase someone away
But Miss Eva snarled and growled and barked
And howled a little, too
Whenever she saw a mail truck parked
On her avenue
She'd peek at him through the little slot
Where he slid the letters in
And warned him that he'd better not
Come back to her house again.
Little Miss Eva liked to run a lot
Around the coffee table
She would make circles all around the spot
As fast as she was able
Faster and faster and faster she'd run
Around and round and round
Miss Eva thought it was so much fun
Her feet barely touched the ground
Until finally she would get tired, then
She would lay down on the floor
But when she caught her breath again
She would run around some more.
Little Miss Eva's favorite thing to do
Was to snuggle on the bed
With any snuggly person who
Would rub her little head
Miss Eva also liked it when
Someone gave her something yummy
Or scratched behind her ears and then
Tickled her little tummy
Miss Eva was a tiny pet
The smallest of the small
But among the dogs that I have met
She was happiest of them all.
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