I just found out two poodles that I bought
were ferrets! Ay caramba! And guess what?
To make each one resemble less a rat,
they gave them steroids, making them both fat!
They also fluffed their pretty fur just so
around their heads. So how was I to know?
Each one looked so much like a toy poodle
they had me fooled - whole kit and caboodle!
Our veterinarian has verified
the facts for me. Those poodle dealers lied.
And folks now say I should have realized
the truth, which stared at me with beady eyes!
Those ferrets sure run fast; I think I’ll buy
two tiny leashes, or else I could try. . .
to sucker someone stupider than me.
Hey, buy one poodle; get the other free!
(to see the recent news article my poem is based on
and to view the "toy poodles" just copy and paste
this link. Tell me what YOU think?
My son called me at work to let me know
Murphy was ill, he didn’t have long to go
Then he called again later in the day
To let me know Murphy had passed away
Tears flowed freely in the afternoon
Guess I never believed he would die so soon
This dog brought joy wherever he went
Unconditional love, a life well spent
Sometimes I look at his picture and smile
Sometimes, alone, I cry for a while
I knew it would hurt when he had to depart
But I can’t understand how it ripped out my heart
Friend stopped me and asked “What’s going on?”
In a barely audible whisper I said “Murphy’s Gone.”
Dedicated to Murphy, my son’s Chihuahua
Who died on May 21, 2010
Cindy the tricolored cat 'pon my soft lap sat
Just a gentle touch turns her purr on and sharp claws dig fast
A ferocious distant barking heard as it comes near
Cindy the tricolored cat sharp claws dig in scaring fear
Cindy cools her furry body by lying down
'Pon damp leaves cool from the moist earth ears perked listens for sounds
Constant, careful, considering every small move
The hunter feels hunted but always ready to improve
Sponsor: Suzanne Delaney
Contest: The Synathroesmic Cat Contest'
A form of polter's measure rhyming couples with 12/14 syllable count
My Callie was a queen, chocolate with caramel swirled.
The inside of our house was all of her little world.
With her tummy feeling empty, she’d come by dawn’s first light,
and delicately creep on small feet like socks of white.
She’d get up very close to me, to summon me from bed
If I were slow to feed her, her white paws would bat my head!
Written by Andrea Dietrich
Tribute for out calico, who died from cancer at age 18 several years ago.
For the Contest of Constance La France ~ A Rambling Poet ~
Six Lines of Poetry, Please
[I wrote this one when I was a school boy - it's my stab at the shortest poem in the world ever]
Oh, finely feathered fellow
with plumage of green and yellow,
your Houdini-esque abilities
and astounding circus-like agilities
make my flabby jowls drop with surprise
at how easily your hooked beak can prise
any dwarf-sized opening in your cage,
to open so easily, under your gauge.
Your stuffed, fat, feathered body can
fit through anything. Yes, I'm a fan.
Your squeaky, squawky, shrill talking
lets me know my efforts you're mocking
as I try to burglar proof your cage
as you shriek at me in indignant rage.
You really should hope that I succeed
because if I don't, the cat you'll feed.
~~~ for Suzanne's Synathroesmic Cat contest ~~~
< Coco was his name
Spider monkey all the same
Dad worked for zoo
Feeder of Coco too
Brought the little guy home
Boy did Coco love to rome
Droppings here and there
Mom covered up his dairy - air
Shoulders he did seek
Knocking younger ones off their feet
Bananas and salted nuts
Made Coco dance and strut
Each day a animal of new
Dad brought home from the zoo
But the one I'll remember the most
Was coco who shared my daily toast
Como Park Zoo
St Paul Minnesota
Coco And Daddy
Can You Imagine
A Monkey Playing
With 10 Kids LOL
Place your hand upon my coat,
Watch me shiver so,
Pure ecstasy with you I feel,
Through my eyes I touch your soul.
For ill be there at your waking,
My tail, wagging to and fro.
In the evening bring you comfort,
When the days, stress has took its toll.
Can there be a friend so loyal,
Who will be there when you call?
In this ever changing world,
Some things never change at all.
< Dam Dog !
What a hog !
Ate Cousins Dope !
And Started To Choke !
Starry Eyes !
Wobbly Thighs !
To Vet !
250 Dollars I Bet !
More Test !
They Suggest !
Hell No !
Let's See How It Goes !
Just Needs Sleep !
And Plenty Of Water The Little Creep !
Pet Sit Panic's Contest
Two little bunnies hopped on the Ark
They got up to mischief after dark
It wasn't long more bunnies came along
They all sang the hippy hop song
We like to make love we're not about war
If the ships rocking don't open the door
After forty days and forty nights
So many bunnies it just wasn't right
Noah decided he must segregate
Their appetites he could not satiate
When they got hungry they ate bunny stew
By the time they landed there were just two
Noah's Ark Contest