Well, Pugnozzle Pete felt a bit incomplete,
from his rear to the tip of his jowl.
"If I only had wings, why think of the things
I could see, when I flew like an owl!"
So Pete went to a vet, a kind soul he once met,
"I just really wish I could fly."
As the vet checked him in, she remarked with a grin,
"No promises. Still, we can try."
Now it happened that day, somewhere not far away,
an eagle crashed into a tree;
a lad brought him in, the poor bird couldn't win,
and he wound up as dead as could be.
The vet took his pinions and, helped by her minions,
secured them to Pete's sturdy back.
Then, once done, the vet cried (with a slight hint of pride),
"For miracles, I've got a knack!"
Now, Pete's quite lost for words, as he soars with the birds—
he's the happiest dog in the world;
for he once had a dream, and pursued it full-steam,
and that's how this story unfurled.
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Author Notes
Today's word: pugnozzle (v.) to move the nose and lips like a pug dog.
My much-treasured Christmas present for 2017 is a book by Paul Anthony Jones: "The cabinet of linguistic curiosities". Each page contains a descriptive story about some obscure or archaic word. It occurred to me it would be a fun exercise to try and write, each day, a poem featuring the "word of the day" from the book.
Thanks for reading.
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