“The sausage! Get the sausage, please!”
He screamed as he fell on his knees.
“Excuse me!” He said. “Coming through!
Oh please! Oh please! just move aside.
Let me through. People!” The child cried.
“Don’t just stand there. Get that pup too!
Don’t you see that he is a thief?
Oh, you got him?! What a relief!
Give me that sausage back. Now shoo!”
And that’s how the boy met the pup
Now an old dog who cheers him up.
Don’t think too much about them now
This time let’s think about a box
Here they were jogging down the blocks
Eyes fixed on road when a meow
Caught their attention from afar
A look around, beneath a car
Took them across the street somehow
“Will you please come?” Asked the grown boy
“If you don’t come, I’ll take your toy.
Last time I’ll ask, will you please come?
Look at that box is stuck and crushed
But listen carefully, you must.
Extend your paw, do not play dumb.
My mom can help this injured guy.
A little help and he won’t die.
Do not be mad. Don’t be a scum.”
In seconds the old dog ashamed
Forgot his pride and soon behaved
Yeah, off he went all by himself
On roads with snow and frozen ice
Upset but happy, barking twice
Resentful with each given step
Exhausted, running super fast
Afraid he’ll be replace at last
Despite so trying hard to help
“Thanks my old friend for bringing mom.
He finally can find some calm
I tried to pull him out the box
Sure thing, my efforts were impaired
Police men came then looked so scared
I saw the SWAT arrive with cops
“Emergency. A bomb!” They screamed.
Come now. Pretend all was just dreamed.
Eye him. He’ll come with us. He rocks.”
And that’s how they both met the cat
Now they all live in the same flat
Days go by quick yet slow at times
Love seems to grow between them all
Except the dog is not enthrall
Fights happen with the cat sometimes
Tons of meows and barks are heard
Most days they both won’t say a word
Except the dog may say some lines
Now cry! Oh cry! You silly cat
Or chase that rat under the hat
‘Cause they won’t feed you well tonight
Oh, no! Unless you are a dog.
My master went out for a jog
Must keep in shape for me, his knight.
Earn all you eat by working hard.
Now step aside that I’m on guard
Tomorrow you will have to fight.
-The Nove Otto poetry form was created by Scott J. Alcorn. It is a nine-lined poem with 8 syllables per line (isosyllabic). The rhyme scheme is as follows: aacbbcddc