Dog Walking Distress (trochaic)
As we walk around the corner,
You can't stop your wimpering and
Never will you cease your barking.
All I want is peaceful dreaming,
But behavior is deceiving.
Please, oh please will you walk calmly?
Do your duties then we'll return.
No more can I take this chaos.

Tragedy on Christmas Eve (anapest)
When you were just a babe, and no soul had a clue,
We never could've guessed what old Uncle would do.
On that cold Christmas Eve, as the church bells were rung,
Only thing missing was our eldest son.
Then the questions were raised, where had Poor Johnny gone?
Not a single word said from old Uncle that night.
A few hours had passed, not a soul in our sight,
Little hope rests in us, no more fight this night.