A Poem

Gather round little children,
Come, gather round,
And listen to the story of the great big hound.

This great big hound lived
long, long ago
In a little old village named Idontknow.

He was a sweet hound,
With friends, here and there,
Until one day he ate, the village hare.

Once his mind was made up,
There was no turning back,
Then all the villagers decided to attack.

Then this great big hound,
was tackled to the ground,
And locked up for life, in the village pound.

For this hare you see
Was no ordinary hare
It was the grand prize winner at the county fair.

It was prized by all
Villagers, near and far
Then the poor little hound was no longer the star.

So little children,
Let jealousy be
For you may become as the hound is, you see?

~Written by Me, Aug 10, 2006