by David Rish
When I took Minnie for a walk,
All she wanted to do was talk.
The new butcher’s meat is very tasty,
Especially when wrapped in pastry.
Did you hear that Chris bought a blue hat?
Don’t you think that Paul’s got fat?
Yap, yap, yap, and chat, chat, chat.
This is this, and that is that.
And what was that rat-a-tat-tat?
Please, Minnie, end your constant chatter,
I’m turning as mad as the Mad Hatter.
I’m terribly sorry you feel that way,
Because I have so much I want to say.
I like to talk, that’s what mouths are for,
I wonder, what’s the cricket score?
I wonder if the Moon is made of cheese.
Listen to that cat snort and sneeze.
Talk, talk, talk, talk, talk, talk, talk.
Talk and talk and talk; squawk, squawk.
- Submitted in response to Poetry prompt #10
David says: My poem was ‘inspired’ by my nephew’s whippet, Minnie-the-Fish. She tends to look at humans as if we’re all complete idiots.