The frost was glistening on the grass
when Max went out to pee
He trotted to the frozen lawn
and sank down to his knees
Max slipped then slid while yelping
veering left and skidding right
Landing at the picket fence
he gave himself a fright
Alas! Poor Max was stuck like glue
he couldn’t move or pee
Jammed firmly on the frosty post
for all the world to see
Love your poem, Jeannie.
Warm regards
Julie Cahill.
Thankyou