Granny, and Our Conundrum

Plight of a Pathetic Pet Pup

Kevin Mannis
Granny had a grimace. It was right there on her face.

Where she usually kept her smile there was a frown now in it's place.

She was staring at Conundrum, he's our family's little pup.

Conundrum looked pathetic, and he wouldn't look back up.

He was sitting with his tail, which always wags, between his legs.

There was no sign of his tongue, which always slobbers when he begs.

His ears were even drooping. It was like he was ashamed.

And I think he was, because he knew that he was being blamed.

Between my Granny and Conundrum, on the carpet was a stain.

Granny finally said, "I told you that a dog was hard to train!"

"Now just look! This rug is ruined! Tell me who's to clean it up?

When she glared at me, I hung my head - pathetic as my pup.

"I will clean it," I told Granny.

"Yes, you will," she said to me.

I said, "I'm sorry 'bout Conundrum, but I guess he had to..."

"See here! Now, my little grandson, that's the thing about a dog.

Between their slobber, and their puddles, they make everyplace a bog."

My Granny, and my puppy, cocked their heads to hear a sound-

like the drip, drip, drip of water that was dripping on the ground.

When we looked up at the ceiling something dripped on Granny's head.

When a drip fell on the carpet Granny's face turned crimson red.

"Oh! My goodness!" She exclaimed. Then, up the stairs she quickly ran.

"it's a leak!" She yelled back down. "Go get a bucket, or a pan!"

"What is all of this, Conundrum?" Grandpa scratched the puppies ears.

When my Granny came back down the stairs her eyes were filled with tears.

"I was wrong about Conundrum. I apologize to you.

I got mad at that sweet puppy for a thing he did not do."

"Well, I'm sure you'll be forgiven," said my Grandpa with a wink.

"They must think that I'm so mean, I saw that stain, I didn't think!"

I put both my arms around her and said, "Granny, it's alright."

When she knelt to pet Conundrum it was such a funny sight.

Now Conundrum's tail was wagging and his tongue was hanging out.

He had obviously forgotten what the fuss was all about.

Then he bounded toward my Granny - jumped right up and licked her face.

Granny's smile replaced the grimace which had vanished with no trace.

Published by Kevin Mannis

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  • Donald Rothra12/11/2010

    Very nice. The meter and rhyme is excellent and the story is complete. Great work.

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