Butter Ghost
Listen to Elizabeth read her poem ...
I call my dog the butter ghost.
The second a pat melts on my toast
his nose appears from far outposts.
No squirrel, bone, ball or stick
keeps him from his sneaky trick —
he sweetly grins, then begs a lick.
Silly, I say, it’s people food!
His eyes say, oh, but I love you,
I love you the very most!
Crunch.
Munch.
Gulp.
Well, he is the butter ghost.
The second a pat melts on my toast
his nose appears from far outposts.
No squirrel, bone, ball or stick
keeps him from his sneaky trick —
he sweetly grins, then begs a lick.
Silly, I say, it’s people food!
His eyes say, oh, but I love you,
I love you the very most!
Crunch.
Munch.
Gulp.
Well, he is the butter ghost.
This poem is copyright (©) Elizabeth Kuelbs 2024
About the Writer
Elizabeth Kuelbs
Elizabeth writes for children and adults. She holds an MFA from Vermont College of Fine Arts and you can find her work for young readers in Spider, Cricket, the Caterpillar and elsewhere. Visit her online at elizabethkuelbs.com
