You’d be surprised at how easy it is to lose a small dog in the long grass when out on a walk. Lola is always losing herself, but luckily she has perfected the technique of dancing on her hind legs to make herself taller so she can see me over the tops of the grasses. Here she is demonstrating!
Today’s funny poem by Trevor Parsons is about disappearing piece by piece…thank you, Trevor!
Goodbye, Cruel World
I’ve lost my nerve, I’m losing my voice,
my heart has been stolen by Jane,
I’ve given a hand to a stranger
and my face has just fallen again.
My legs have shot out from under me,
my arms have been grabbed from behind,
I’ve lent my ears to some Romans
and I’m rapidly losing my mind.
My bottom’s been pinched, and my teacher
has taken quite enough of my cheek –
if I carry on going at this rate
I’ll be gone by the end of the week.
© Trevor Parsons
Trevor doesn’t have any pets – but he has sent a joke:
Q: What do you rub on a sore pig?
A: Oinkment!
I have heard that young people are posting pictures of rainbows in their windows to express and spread love and happiness while everyone is at home. How wonderful. Here is Lola with a rainbow Gromit – and very happy she looks, too.
Poetry Roundabout 
A Little Poem for Liz
Lola is always losing herself
And doesn’t know where to find it
She looked under the stairs
Down in the cellar
And up in the pear tree.
She didn’t find herself anywhere.
But,
Luckily, she found me.
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Aww, thank you, Trevor!
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