"Hachi Machi!"

Of light and life and merriment
seldom deployed, yet heaven sent
uplifting spirit high aloft
beyond the clouds below so soft
from whence she flew on gentle wing
where trumpets sound and choirs sing
thusly came she down to earth
filling life with boundless mirth
pervading all with puerile play
perverting prim and proper sway
but sadly soon again we'll part
and bid farewell with heavy heart
yet take heart also in this truth
I’ll meet again, this precious youth

When the Moon Hits

The moon tonight was quite a sight—
bathed in tepid citrus light—
it loomed so large and low in sky,
and being alone I thought that I,
with none to show, would surely die,
yet here I am, I did survive,
and know you of the pizza pie
that hits you right upon your eye...that's amore.

Contemporary Cautionary Tale

Road Rage Roger
Roger ranted daily driving to and fro from work,
for all who drove beside him was an “idiot!” or “jerk!”
His blood would boil, teeth would grit, and throttled tight the wheel;
he’d loose his middle digit high, then take off with a squeal.
But one day, while he tore about from lane to sluggish lane,
he tread upon the final nerve that kept another sane.
When Roger heard the heavy-handed horn holler behind,
his finger sprang to action quick on outstretched limb in kind.
He’d teach this jerk a lesson well, and hinder him he did,
until the light before them changed and stopped them with a skid.
In rear view, Roger watched him twitch as silently he’d shout,
then filled with terror once he saw the maniac step out.
With fervent haste the man appeared, gun aimed at Roger’s head;
without a word, the trigger’s pulled, and shoots poor Roger dead.

Alluring Alliteration

"Indigo's Indelible Idiosyncrasies"
Slim loping legs lead her long and lightly, leaping lively to lush lawn laid with sun leering brightly.
With gait, great and wide, she gracefully glides, giant galloping paws thus do gently collide with grass and gray gravel as she gustily travels.
Snout sniffs the sweet soaring scents, swirling around, sweeping swiftly several centimeters over the ground.
Quiting, she quickly quells her quivering quads; chomping cool cubes of ice, crazily crushing them to calm her vice, then comes crashing a comfortable, contented canine.
My marvelous mutt must make me more merry than most mightily mirthy men.