Robert A. Dufresne Poet Rhyme

Doggie Bag

Don’t it make you feel like a no life, enslaved sap?,
To follow your dog around
As he looks for a place to crap?

And if that’s not enough, oh my aching word,
You follow him back home toting his turd!

Just one more rhyme and then I’m through.
Who is the leash for ….. the dog or you?
Okay I lied about the rhymes; there’s two..

As a matter of fact, I’d rather care for a cat,
They cover it themselves once they’ve shat.


Inspired by people /pet watching in an association.

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Elizabeth Wesley October 2, 2011 at 9:59 PM Had to read it again, it keeps me humble! There's soup mail Robert.

John Smith September 18, 2011 at 9:53 AM Too funny. My dog thinks it's her gift to me. My cat couldn't give a crap.

Doris Culverhouse September 15, 2011 at 5:50 PM funny stuff.....except when you have to clean the litter box....pee....uuuuu!!

Dan Kearley September 13, 2011 at 12:53 PM Ha,ha,ha,ha...I feel the same way walking my dog......... To funny :-)

Gwendolen Song September 8, 2011 at 7:56 PM Robert---At first glance I thot this would be about a large steak dinner that u couldn't finish and had to get the DOGGIE BAG...whoah was I wrong!! ha ha. This is one of my fav rhyme schemes---yours flows nicely....I have both a dog and a kitten...I will read this to them and give u their analysis...one will like it more than the other....ha ha ha ha ha.....this is grrrreat stuff! Just picturing YOU ON A LEASH!!! Gwendolen

Robert Johnson September 8, 2011 at 6:58 PM I can hardly write, I'm laughing so much. I'm an easy mark for clean dirty humor. My neighbors cats don't cover it up in my yard. It's time to have leash laws on them. puu. Robert Johnson September 8, 2011 at 7:00 PM Your first stanza is still making me laugh.

Michelle Lacey September 8, 2011 at 2:18 AM Fabulous!! Made me laugh! I loved it!!! ~Michelle~ xo

Daver Austin September 6, 2011 at 4:21 PM Oh how I can get into this one. Haven't had a dog for years, but the poem describes why we went to cats - apartment living mainly the reason. On the minus side - I clean the litter boxes daily. Good write. Love, daver

Richard Pickett September 4, 2011 at 7:45 PM Hey Mister, Pick up after your Horse...Now there's a pile of crap...Better get a bigger bag.Good one buddy, Hey Brick and Bill are back in the saddle....Posted it a couple minutes ago...God Bless....Taz

Elizabeth Wesley September 4, 2011 at 7:27 PM Brilliant write my friend. I've done all of the above and feel the way you do about it.

Carolyn Devonshire September 4, 2011 at 4:25 PM LOL Very clever observation and I can't even imagine toting a dog's turd home. Yes, I'm a cat lover and this is one of the reasons. Got quite a kick out of this clever poem, Rob. Love, Carolyn