Latest Forum Posts:

Categories

Two Stoners and a Dying Dog

Tags: age, marijuana, dog

an attempt to turn a story I heard into a sonnet

Two friends were smoking, enjoying the hour:
An old dog wheezed, even creaked, at their feet
“Soon so soon, the dog-god she’ll go to meet,
Pain she’s in makes her shake and cower,
When she goes I’ll plant her in the bower.”
"Like the cookies? They’re made from real good sheet
The strained off leaves are in a pile out back."
Ol’ dog staggered out, no great show of power
She ate the cast off and laid still as death
Stoners dug her grave under a tree
But she woke up, all pain gone, feelin’ free
They gave her pot to the end of her days,
In cheerful stoniness she lived in health
Before going to her shady grave to lay.

This story is protected by International Copyright Law, by the author, all rights reserved. If found posted anywhere other than storiesspace.com with this note attached, it has been posted without my permission.

To link to this poem from your site - please use the following code:

<a href="https://www.storiesspace.com/stories/poetry/two-stoners-and-a-dying-dog.aspx">Two Stoners and a Dying Dog</a>

Comments (2)

Tell us why

Please tell us why you think this story should be removed.

Reason