Pardoned By katsparrow He really didn't mean it He didn't mean to chew He only meant to clean it, Make it sparkle shiny new! But it was oh so tempting While licking clean that shoe He really couldn't help it Dad, He didn't mean to chew! It felt so soft and squishy Between his needle teeth, That lovely chewy leather With a hard sole underneath I'm sure he's very sorry You can see it in his face - It looks so sad and sorrowful, He knows he's in disgrace So please don't be too harsh with him, He won't do that again I'll keep him out of trouble now, You know how good he's been! And Dad, I have to ask you, He really wants me to - Since that one there is ruined Could he have the other shoe? _________________________________________________________________ Summer By Gannon A haze-baked home melts into tickling grasses; scattering wild-flowers pulse in the sunny breeze. Some bold admiral flits and pivots, fluttering into stream-scarred skies, fruit-filled hedges, beneath great boughs, then gone. But never the gaze. With torn paces, green sea is beheld afresh, bejewelled by spluttering, blood-red tractor, swelling contour, naked stalk and ducking buds. Astride a styal, both left and right, the dapples buzz and play. Behind me, the humming lapses to silence.