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The dogsled team that mushed for Bob
were said to do an awesome job.
They’d mush all day. They’d mush all night.
They’d mush if it was dark or light.
They’d mush through sleet and snow and ice,
then turn around and do it twice.
Until one day when they were tired,
and rest was what they all required.
Exhausted and about to drop,
they knew that it was time to stop.
But Bob, who said that he knew best
would not allow his dogs to rest.
He said that he was in a rush
and ordered all his dogs to mush.
Well, that was it. They’d had enough!
They took his reins and whip and stuff.
They now sit in the back instead,
and guess who gets to pull the sled.
— Kenn Nesbitt
Copyright © 2009. All Rights Reserved.
Reading Level: Grade 2
Poetic Techniques: Narrative Poems
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