Ode to Pola

Pola, the first dog I have ever really considered my pet, (thanks to the parentals being so anti-canine) got hit by a car. His back legs (or maybe whole back?) got broken. Along with those breaks, went his feisty spirit. He used to chase donkeys and wag his tail off when he saw me...he no longer does. I spend time baby-sitting him, force-feeding him water and rice. In an effort to battle hard times with humor, I wrote a limerick. (Perhaps the beats and timing aren't correct, it's been awhile since I took eighth grade English, in which I learned such things.)

Ode to Pola

Pola got hit by a car
Now he can't go very far
I'm starting to fret
He sure needs a vet
Cuz my doggie first aid is sub par