A dog called Storm

This poem was written as a group effort by the Bush Curlews.

The club was given an activity during which we altered wording from the song "You'll never walk alone" by Gerry and the Pacemakers, to create a small piece about a recently rescued two-year old Great Dane puppy called 'Storm'.

When you walk past Storm

Hold your hands up high

And don't be afraid of her bark.

At the end of the leash

There's a great brown Dane

And the sweet smell of grass at the park.

Walk on through the park

Walk on through the dark

Though her drool be swished and swirled.

Dig deep, dig deep, t-bones she will find

Then she will sleep alone

With her smelly t-bone.