The Corgi Who Started A Conga Line: A Poem

The Corgi Who Started A Conga Line:  A Poem


A corgi once started a conga line
Now isn't that something wild and fine
Her Majesty had left the palace door open
and the wee corgi didn't feel like mopin'
so out the door he went
for a time well spent
he walked the palace grounds
and listened for cannon sounds
but no 21-gun salutes today
so the corgi walked come what may
and then his little legs decided to hop
and he found that he couldn't stop
with a hop here
and a hop there
but palace guards didn't stare
They were busy looking straight ahead
The corgi may as well have laid down dead
"Come join me in my conga line" his little legs said
but the guards remained passive as if stoned on med
so the corgi danced and danced
tiny legs pranced and pranced
but the wee corgi danced alone
his image caught on a smart phone
The corgi who started a conga line
and later joined the Queen to dine
eating sausages that taste divine.



-A poem written by Christopher
 Sunday March 22nd 2015.