I have a rock that is my pet,
goes everywhere with me.
Though someone drew a snake on him,
he’s patient as can be.

He listens while I loudly vent
about my days events.
He never offers wrong advice
or thinks my plans are bent.

He never yells, he never cries,
just quiet as can be.
He lets me hug, though he is cold,
he doesn’t push from me.

There’s times I’ve washed him with my tears.
He keeps my secrets well.
I’ve poured out all my heart to him.
I know he’ll never tell.

He loves the road trips that I take,
enjoys the sights we see.
He wont complain how bad I drive,
he loves to be with me.

At times he disappears from sight
whenever I brake hard.
He sometimes flies right by my head …
he can be quite a card.

Sometimes I have to pull him from
beneath my driver’s seat.
I reassure him all is good.
He trusts me, that’s so neat.

He puts up with my rants and raves
and road rage as I scream.
He never judges me at all …
stays neutral, so it seems.

He’s always ready for a fight
in case I must be bad.
I’ll throw him at a driver if
he really makes me mad.

 

 

© 2019, Barb Henson. All rights reserved.

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Barb Henson
I love to read and swim, even more I love to write poetry. I love challenges and I write to let people know they are not alone in this world they travel in. God is a big part of my life and has been since the day He stopped me from trying to end it.
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5 thoughts on “My Pet Rock

  • March 24, 2020 at 11:01 am
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    Hi there Barb,

    This poem was great and good, I wish I have a pet rock because he never yells, he never cries,
    just quiet as can be, never judge, that’s a good pet, I hope you write more.

    Great job

    Champers

  • June 10, 2019 at 2:08 am
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    Hello stranger! Seems we’ve run into one another elsewhere! How nice to find ourselves exploring a new site! As I believe I mentioned once before, when I was a teenager, some brilliant marketing person actually convinced us we all ought to own a pet rock…and we placed our money in the salesman’s hands to walk away with something, as you say so well in verse and rhyme…that would never talk back, always be our friend, be useful as a defensive “missile” if we were in a pinch…all that and they looked pretty spiffy (many painted in bright primary colors with facial features and such.!)–Thanks for sharing. It’s a witty, lighthearted poem. Can’t help but smile!–Karenina

  • June 6, 2019 at 9:55 pm
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    Hahahaha! G’day, Barb

    Wonderfully rhymed and very entertaining stuff, mate. Fancy braking hard enough to make the poor thing fly and land under your seat! lol. Haven’t got a spare rock have you so I can throw it a few people around here? lol

    Great Job

    Cheers, Fez

  • June 6, 2019 at 7:16 am
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    Somebody drew a snake on a rock? I hate snakes! I know that he will never tell. Haha! He’s solid as a rock!

    Maybe a rock beats a mate. You can toss the rock, like you said. Maybe your rock is like Rock Hudson. But more dependable.

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