Canine olympics

An idea Rory had one day
for winter games his dog could play
he told his friends, they scoffed and jeered
and said that he was just plain weird

Rory branded those as cynics
who poured scorn on his olympics
"I'll show you, I'll be renowned,
when dogs come play from all around."

"I won't be beaten," he did trill
"I'm off to climb up Clatto hill.
Come one, come all I am the pied piper
for playful dogs so keen and hyper."

Behind him village dogs did trail
even ones so old and frail
they heard his call cut through the air
a call to arms, a brave fanfare

Atop the hill the games began
then down the hill the dogs they ran
his friends, in awe, were so struck dumb
upon the sight of dog slalom

Weaving bodies, wagging tails
white puffs of air each dog exhales
at the bottom there's a winner
the bloodhound owned by Stuart Skinner

"That's my mutt," cries Stuart clear
who grabbed his dog with the droopy ears
"What's the prize, what's my dog won?"
"Just chocdrops for him to feast on."

"What's the next race?" shouts a boy
jumping in the snow with joy
"Tobogganning," Rory he says
who tied the dogs to two small sleighs

Kids they scrambled, all on board
Rory's pleas they all ignored
faithful dogs with boys in tow
they dragged them through the foot deep snow

Faster, faster they sped down
each team hoping to take the crown
the sleighs however were much slicker
than the dogs where snow was thicker

The end result of this long tale
the sledging race sadly did fail
the sled ropes snapped the dogs got stuck
the boys slid into fresh cow muck