My dog is running faster
than he's ever run before
in a supersonic circle
in the middle of the floor.

He started somewhat slowly
but he quickly gathered steam,
and continued gaining speed
until his spinning was extreme.

He's turned into a whirlwind,
like a funnel cloud of fog,
so it's hard to even focus on
my whirling dervish dog.

He's like a small tornado
or a canine hurricane.
Why it doesn't make him dizzy
I'm unable to explain.

I only know he has this
most unusual of traits,
and he loves to chase his tail around
while wearing roller skates.

--Kenn Nesbitt

This poem appears in the book
The Tighty-Whitey Spider