Terry Flood Poet Rhyme

Brutus

Brutus, my slavering Rottweiler, growls
He knows he's tougher than pooches with tails
The long pointed studs on his black leather collar
Are matched by his canines which make poodles holler

The drooling saliva that trails from his jaws
As he lumbers about on his four massive paws
Is soaking the ground and his talon like claws
Encouraging folk to keep children indoors

Devil Dog, Satan’s mutt, hellhound and more
All labels my beast has been nick-named before
I feed him on red meat and shin bones of cattle 
It’s said he eats tigers but that’s tittle tattle 

The park is all ours because other folk run
But wait, there’s a kitten, now this could be fun
Brutus will rip him apart for a lark
And splatter its blood and guts over the park

Hey, kitty kitty, come over to me
Play with my dog, what good friends you could be
But kitten was clever, too clever for me
He hissed and now Brutus is stuck up a tree

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Tom Cunningham October 4, 2021 at 2:09 PM Lol, but after nine, kitty will be dinner for Brutus. Tom Terry Flood October 4, 2021 at 4:11 PM Nah! That Brutus is a big wuss. Terry

Rico Leffanta October 4, 2021 at 11:23 AM In Devonport, Tasmania, I saw a pack of dogs chasing a cat. As the lead dog bent down to bite it, the cat jumped in the air, spun around and scratched that dog's eyes, then jumped to the next dog scratching its eyes, then to another dogs eyes before leaping over a fence, leaving the dog pack howling. Seems none of the dogs could leap like Brutus! Aloha! Rico Rico Leffanta October 5, 2021 at 11:11 AM I wish I could have filmed it but I was driving down the road at the time. Terry Flood October 4, 2021 at 4:12 PM I’d almost like to have seen that, Rico. Terry

L Milton Hankins October 3, 2021 at 7:59 PM LMAO. This is delightful. Yes, I have seen cats turn on dogs and send them packing, but I didn't see this until the very last line. I think I'm getting slow on the draw. Good work, Terry. Loved it. Terry Flood October 4, 2021 at 4:16 PM Thanks, Milt. I tried to keep the punchline unexpected, so maybe not too slow, eh? Terry

Lindsay Laurie October 3, 2021 at 4:57 PM Hello Terry ... prey does have a survival strategy that doesn't work all the time, but it has in your poem. Brutus sounds like a dog that everyone would like - thanks Terry - Lindsay Terry Flood October 4, 2021 at 4:21 PM Got to meet a massive rotty once. Big soft thing he was, and when he stood on his hind legs and placed his ‘arms’ on Annie’s shoulders, no word of a lie… that Rottweiler purred.

Jan Allison October 3, 2021 at 4:19 PM ha ha ha love the twist at the end lol, your style and wit is on a level with Lindsay Lauries:-) hugs Jan xx Terry Flood October 3, 2021 at 4:38 PM Thanks, Jan. These last few weeks, I’ve been happy to get anything written. Just hoping something is gonna go ping and I’ll be back with a vengeance. Terry