Dogs love to chase cats
And cats love to tease.
They race up a tree
Then do as they please.
Dogs love to play
To bark and sleep
But most of the all
They love to eat.
Cats love to relax
On a warm sunny sill.
At night they chase mice
When it's quiet and still.
It’s hard to choose
The best one for me,
Because I find both
Are great company.
I can take a dog for a walk
But a cat's right there,
Waiting to be loved
Curled up on a chair.
A dog gives you kisses,
A cat purrs when it's glad,
Both make you feel better
Whenever you're sad.
With a dog and a cat
There are tricks you can teach,
But which one should I choose?
I must have one of each!
For "One For the Kiddies contest" by Joe Flach
The nerve you have to assume
Like calling your dog to heel
You can just command me home
Tell me this are you for real
Ok so I am not getting your respect
I can’t take you back to the family
Neither have you shown any regret
They all think from you I should flee
In this relationship I was the one to spend
You said come home yet no offer for fare
Now my precious emotions are all spent
There is nothing left to salvage here
I am not the remnant of your conscience
I won’t be the recipient of your spiked dream
I am not the dog you taught obedience
To run in attendance to your dry scheme
I dIdn’t know why I had been thrown out,
I didn’t know what the fuss was about,
Or what I was in trouble for
but they didn’t want me there anymore.
I was weak, frightened and somewhat tattered,
my trust and confidence totally shattered,
there were many like me,yet I felt alone,
this large noisy shelter just wasn’t a home.
My step wasn’t as lively as it used to be
and out of my left eye I barely could see,
I wasn’t as pretty as I was before,
a sad soul behind a cold steel door.
People would look at me, then they’d walk by,
I finally gave up , didn’t bother to try,
shunning attention I hung my head low,
what would become of me I didn’t know.
One day a young voice said, “Look at her dad,
the one in the corner, she looks awfully sad,
the one that’s just lying there not making a fuss,
can we take her home cause I think she needs us.”
“But you wanted a puppy,” the dad’s swift reply,
the boy looked upset as he waved me goodbye,
but miracles do happen and love found it’s way,
it was me they came back for the very next day.
For the next few years I happily spent,
good times with my family the way it was meant,
loved and cared for more than I’d ever known,
the best of a dog’s life, a place of my own.
DOG GONE CONTEST
My life as a dog would indeed be fine
Knowing I could nap anywhere, anytime.
On the porch or in a chair,
I could dream without a care.
With my legs, I'd set a pace
And find a cat or car to chase.
If that prusuit for me did fail,
I'd turn around and chase my tail.
With my nose, I'd take in smells
And see what things I could tell.
Like who is cooking, what and where,
Or who passed by, here and there.
With my ears, I could listen good
To the sounds of my neighborhood.
When the sun went down and all was dark,
I'd take heed of the twilight bark.
With my voice, I would make known
Visitors who approached my home.
My bark would make all foes flee,
Yet to friends it'd be welcoming.
With my eyes, I could implore or beg,
For a scrap of food or a pat on the head.
The neatest thing is - is that I could see
In the dark of night, what there might be.
With my tail, I could express
The degree of my happiness.
And when I'd head out on the go,
My tail would wag, to and fro.
For all the ways that I can find
To put myself in a canine's mind,
It's quite plain to see,
My life as a dog would be grand indeed.
Princess, mommies mad at you
you chewed her favorite shoe...
I heard her say some real bad words
she tried to find you to...
I think you better hide somewhere
she says that you've been bad...
The other day you hid her socks
that made her really mad...
She says that you've been digging holes
when you go out to play...
She tripped and fell because of you
and that your gonna pay...
I know your not a real bad dog
some things you just can't touch...
Mommy wont be mad for long
we love you very much...
All Rights Reserved Jon Arno 2013
Not My “Buddy”
When my friend Nancy moved to a new apartment
For the remainder of her Senior year
Her doggone dog “Buddy” was not allowed
As she asked for my help, I was moved by her tears
A tiny brown mutt who wore a red bandana
Was not a visitor I wanted to take in
But she thought her dog was the top banana
To ease Nancy’s concerns, I finally took him
He was supposed to come with food and instructions
Never before had I provided for a dog’s care
But when Nancy drove up and Buddy arrived at my house
His food and care guide had vanished in thin air
My cats were upset, hid under the couch and bed
As Buddy sniffed around the house for playmates
I called Nancy when Buddy tore up my new rug
She said he was lonely and just needed a date
Nancy suggested I take him on car trips
Buddy fancied himself to be a world traveler
But dog smells linger and I gave him no rides
So he found vengeance by climbing into a sewer
The nine-month school year lingered forever
By now my cats had taken to escaping in trees
When June finally came, I couldn’t wait to say goodbye
But that’s when Nancy sobbed and moaned, “Oh, pretty please.”
Her mother didn’t want Buddy at her house either
And Nancy asked me to keep him all summer
When I replied, “No, he needs to spend time with you”
I quickly lost my best friend, what a bummer!
A book was read
The day before last
It should have said
Look to the past
As Kate picked it up
Out of the book
Popped one giant pup
That barked and shook
This pup was all clad
In heavy brown fur
His howl was so sad
As if to muster
The look on his face
Was easy to tell
He looked like some space
Was the best type of spell
Kate sat there in shock
As the pup looked on
He licked at her sock
And Kate gazed upon
The pretty young pup
Made his way close
As Kate got on up
To walk on her toes
The pup followed Kate
And wouldn't give in
Till she took the bait
Which made the dog grin
The dog gave a lick
One, two, and three
Her face was all slick
And she tried to see
Kate gave a laugh
It sounded quite shy
It was cut in half
As Kate then had died.
~ Die a 'Fun' Death Free Poetry Contest
- sponsored by Natalie the Rogue Rhymer
If dogs could think and maybe they do
How would they describe their life
It's a dog's life, not one to be treasured
Restricted and told to be nice
“I don't always feel like playing nice
At times I'd like to bite someone's face
If I do, they'll probably muzzle me
Don't want that, an ultimate disgrace
Just once I'd like to poop on the lawn
Without a human putting it in a bag
Scooping it up and taking it home
The smell even makes me gag”
If dogs could think, would they be happy
That we call them man's best friend
What would their thoughts on the subject be
Would it drive them round the bend
Man's best friend, but we treat them badly
Make them sleep in a dog house too small
Feed them gross yucky looking stuff
And teach them to chase after balls!
© Jack Ellison 2012
SMOKEY AND THE GOLDEN RETRIEVER
Once when I was just a kid,
My mom thought 'twould be nice,
If I'd invite some friends to play,
And we could swing outside.
I had a swing set in the yard,
Where I would play for hours.
My daddy built it just for me,
Away from Mommy's flowers.
It stood beneath a large Oak tree,
And even had a sand box.
We played and swung and had a ball,
Got sand in clothes and socks.
Our neighbors had a big red dog,
A loyal, patient friend,
Prince often came to play with us,
He wagged his tale and grinned.
Another dog came on the scene,
And Prince was not amused,
They postured and they sniffed each other,
A dog fight soon ensued.
We screamed and cried and climbed the set,
As Prince and dog fought on,
Smokey heard our frantic cries,
And raced across the lawn.
Prince was huge with big white teeth,
And muscles big and stocky,
But Smokey feared him not and leaped,
And rode him like a jockey.
Smokey sank his claws in deep,
With teeth he grabbed his neck,
The big dog took off down the street,
With Smokey firmly set,
Upon his back, he rode him well,
They soon were out of sight,
We worried that he might get hurt,
In yet another fight;
But he came strolling home real soon,
The hero of the day.
"Don't worry kids', he seemed to say,
He won't be back today."
For Fraqncine Roberts Pick A Pet Contest - July4,2011
Emerging from the downtown hardware store
I saw a strange funeral procession
Two black limo hearses were at the front
Then walked a man without expression
The man had a shaggy dog on a leash
A long string of people followed him
All of these people were in single file
That’s why I addressed the man on a whim
“Forgive me for asking; I’m curious”
“What type funeral procession is this”?
My wife’s in the lead hearse; my dog killed her
When she Bi*ched at me, he just went amiss
But I see there are two hearses up front
Alas, my mother-in-law was killed too
When she tried to help my wife, he killed her
Once my dog got mad, I knew they were through
I thought for a minute; then spoke real low
“I have a strange request, if you don’t mind”
“Is there a chance I could borrow your dog”?
Well sure, but you have to go get in line