“Spot
by Maisie Aletha Smikle

Spot looks Dalmatian
And might even be a Martian
He likes to cuddle
And play in a puddle

Spot is polka dot
Cotton white and velvet black
Astute smooth and immaculate
Better than a box of chocolate

He cushions all
Before a fall
And stands tall
To catch a ball

At the cat Spot barks
When he goes for walks
Sniff sniff he detects a rat
He must get that

His nose to the ground
Tail wagging like a hound
His ears propped
And huge eyes popped

From the leash Spot dashed
In a twinkling flash
Like Tom and Jerry
Spot leapt in a hurry

He dug deep in the sand
Till he could stand
Sniff sniff the rat is gone
And Spot is worn and all forlorn

Spot needs a bone
And not sand stone
So back Spot went away from the pebbles
To catch some floating bubbles

Spot ate his bone
And sat on a stone
Gazing at the distant sun in the horizon
He mused for treats he could have a dozen”