Lament of the Dog Ball
Listen to Helen's poem ... read by JH
He chews me and chomps me.
I’ve no eyes to glower.
He slicks me with slobber,
I don’t get to shower.
His teeth pound my skin till
my squeak drives me nutty.
His gnawing is dogged—
it turns me to putty.
He drops me in mud
when we’re out for a jog.
In my next life . . . guess what?
It’s my turn as the dog.
I’ve no eyes to glower.
He slicks me with slobber,
I don’t get to shower.
His teeth pound my skin till
my squeak drives me nutty.
His gnawing is dogged—
it turns me to putty.
He drops me in mud
when we’re out for a jog.
In my next life . . . guess what?
It’s my turn as the dog.
This poem is copyright (©) Helen Kemp Zax 2023
About the Writer
Helen Kemp Zax
Helen Kemp Zax loves to write poetry, especially poems that rhyme. She was thrilled to be selected co-winner of the 2021 YorkMix International Children’s Poetry Prize, the 2018 MG Katherine Paterson Prize winner, and a 2019 Finalist. Her poetry appears in many wonderful children’s poetry anthologies like Chasing Clouds and in many magazines like The Caterpillar. Helen lives in Washington, D. C. with her husband and their crazy Aussie-doodle Huckleberry Finn.
