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NaPoWriMo Poem 5 ~~ Sam

Here is my effort for NaPoWriMo for day 5.  This one is about my dog Sam. Many of you have heard of him before, and of course I have my Sam and Me comics. He’s a special little guy.

Hope you enjoy! Remember comments are always welcomed! Thank you


(c) JLPhillips 2013, Sam



Sam, Sammy, Sam the Man, he was heaven-sent

My buddy, my friend, my confident

He’s a tiny dog with a giant personality

I laugh, giggle and shake my head at his mentality

He begs for treats, looking oh so sweet

but quickly loses interest when he hears a birds tweet

he barks at planes and birds alike

to him they are all noisy things in flight

He steals the cat’s food

and ignores their hiss’ and boo’s

He’s a black and white bundle of love

who snuggles close in bed, even when I give him a shove

He hates being bathed and groomed

but attracts dirt like a mop or broom

He loves company and dances when they come

he knows they will give him treats

you see, he’s not dumb

My little 10 pounds of joy

is a good little boy

He loves me unconditionally and proves it each day

because he’s just made that way

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Friday Fictioneers ~~ April 4, 2014

I’m late! I know I’m late, but I have been so busy. So this is going to be short and to the point.

If you don’t know what Friday Fictioneers is all about click on our hostess’s name, which is Rochelle and that will take you to her blog and she’ll tell you all about it.

If you just want to read lots of other great stories based on the same picture prompt, then click here, that will take you there.

Above all read and have fun! Thanks, I also appreciate all comments.


copyright-Kent Bonham
copyright-Kent Bonham


Genre: Crime Drama (100 words)

“Who found the body?”

“One of the lighting techs, he was testing the lights when he spotted him.”

“Did he touch him?”

“No, sir, it’s a pretty bloody mess, spooked him enough that he just called police.”

“Poor soul, he never had a chance. Wonder where his head is? ”

“We have people looking in all the garbage bins on set, but nothing yet.”

“Sir!! Sir!! We found a head, sir! You need to see this!”

Walking towards the pale young officer the detective stooped down to the bloody box at his feet.  Sighing, he straightened.

“Damn, we got a problem, this head’s female.”