Richard Pickett Poet Limerick

Jackson Chillaxin

There once was a Pug dog named Jackson,
went downtown to look for some action
He found him a bone,
and hurried up home
Now he's on the front porch Chillaxin




That's my boy........Jackson

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Carolyn Devonshire December 13, 2009 at 9:47 PM Both of your writes about your dog are precious, Richard. Sounds like he means the world to you and it must be great to watch him "chillaxin" on the front porch. Delightful! Merry Christmas, Carolyn

Robert A. Dufresne December 12, 2009 at 3:55 PM You like that pug dog,don't you, Richard? Fun limerick. Enjoyed.- Robert

Mary Meade Stephenson December 12, 2009 at 3:32 PM Great limerick you have written my love! I love it and you! Brought a smile while reading! Superb imagery! Hugs~Mary

Sara Kendrick December 12, 2009 at 2:48 PM Neat Limerick. Those dirty dog bones and the rolling in poop. Get ready to shoot them but no way we could. Keep up the humorous pen and create again. Sara