The Prize 16 Wednesday Dec 2015 Posted by Caro Field in poetry ≈ Leave a comment If we help each other, We might just get our prize, Help me, canine brother, To reach this manna in the skies! A gorgeous, rich saucisson sec Is what I’m aiming for, We’ll get it down our necks, And come back for some more! © Caro Ness 2015 Share this: Share on X (Opens in new window) X Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window) LinkedIn Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest Like Loading...