Tim Ryerson Poet Couplet

Doggone It

You ain’t no greyhound
You belong in the pound
A mangy cross-breed
Too expensive to feed
You got fleas, you got ticks
(You ole son of a *****)
But I kinda’ like you
So I guess you will do…

What happened up there?
Censored! (Shall I care?)
So sorry to the Soup!
(My countenance doth droop)
Guess I got too shady
(SON-of-a-dog-lady!)

(Oh, just forget the whole da…I mean darn thing!)

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Shadow Hamilton July 1, 2013 at 6:23 AM I nejoy your wit Tim always amusing to read your excellent pens ty for the smiles Shadow x smiles

Carol Eastman June 3, 2013 at 7:32 AM My adopted sons' dog had cancer... But the dog was his last tie to his old family so we spent big bucks saving the dog.. The cancer was contained in the spleen. The dog is well... and the son has had time to come to grips with what will eventually happen. Fortunately the dog is remaining well months later... Strangely, it was worth it... Tho we are now poor as church mice... LOL

Donna Jones May 31, 2013 at 5:54 PM Are you talking about my dog I just spent too d...***$#$#$# much money on having a tumor removed????? A mixed mutt I would give my teeth for?????????? And he would do the same!!!!!! Loved this Tim...