Tim Ryerson Poet Rhyme

Little Stray Dog

Little stray dog
Lost in the fog
All skin and bone
Where is your home?

Got no pet-food
(YOU ain't no prude!)
Just want a smidge
Let's look in the fridge...

Scarf down sweet-pickles?
(The starvin' ain't fickle!)
Raisin bran gone
Still here at dawn...

LORD, you gettin' fat
As a lazy house-cat
But you're just a loaner
('Til I find your true owner)

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Skat A May 26, 2015 at 10:37 PM I don't know why, but I enjoyed. .. God, come on give him a home

Linda-Marie Sweetheart October 31, 2009 at 7:28 PM U have captured the essence of not only dog but the homeless too with your excellent rhyme... food for thought... thankxxx for sharing and for commenting on my Drama poem... its all experience put from pen to page ... life is a great teacher... keep on writing ... Linda-Marie

Charmaine Chircop October 31, 2009 at 2:42 PM You will be his owner,finders keepers:)i found a stray dog,years ago ,skinny to the bone ,a puppy in a road full of cars.. she is still with me,,the best friend love ever--Charma;)

Carolyn Devonshire October 31, 2009 at 1:29 PM Very cute and witty, Tim! I love this piece. I can just see the mooching dog taking over. I think he has found his "true owner" and it is you! Love, Carolyn

Kim Hilliker October 31, 2009 at 11:22 AM Maybe the dog found his home in you. Good luck!