Limerick

I once had a dog named Fred Whose coat was so dense and so red He ate like a horse As a matter of course And spent all the day in his bed So I tried dragging him round the yard He was heavy and it was real hard Eventually though He began to show A fondness for my chicken yard He'd sit and stare at the coop And the chickens would come out to snoop With a lick of his lips And a flick of his hips He stood up contemplating some soup He ambled across to their nest Dreaming of prime chicken breast But try as he might He just couldn't quite Catch up with one so he took a rest Eventually though he tried hard He learned that the birds in the yard Were not gonna let him Even so much as pet them So he gave in as it was too hard Fred settled himself on the ground Dreaming he was a blood hound His belly grumbled It forever rumbled For food was nowhere to be found Jane Shields 15th August 2016