My basset puppy ran off with my essay
She even stole my mail
She cleaned out all the fridge
and wagged her funny tail
She went through all my papers
and threw them on the floor
Oh that crazy basset
She almost broke the door
I did not stop her
I wanted to find out more
And that is when I realized
Her tongue could clean the floor
She brought me so much joy
I really couldn't complain
This crazy basset dog of mine
Put sunshine into my life and kept away the rain
Whenever I was sad
She'd lay her cute head on my lap
She wouldn't eat or move
Until I took a nap
I couldn't believe my eyes
When she ran off with a broom
She skidded all over the tiles
And brought new meaning on to how to clean a room
Is it sorrow in canine disguise?
Is it pity empathic and wise?
Or is it not either
Nor sympathy neither
But hunger we see in its eyes?
ig goofy basset hound, Brethren B. Bibble Butt was fun.
He liked living with Charmaine, she was as bright as the sun.
She kept her personality under wraps, preferred to read and sit.
Brethren B. Bibble Butt liked her lively funny enthusiastic whit.
We do not need any other two-legged, he told her in his way.
She liked the way he rubbed her chair, he was a dog to stay.
She had a boyfriend long ago, but he was not as entertaining as BBBB.
You are my guy, she told Brethren, you are more than enough for me.
The most corrupt official around
was replaced by a young basset hound
Now mayor of Butte
he's tough and he's cute
barking decisions both honest and sound
The most corrupt official around
was replaced by a young basset hound
Now mayor of Butte
he's tough and he's cute
barking decisions both honest and sound
1/28/22
A discerningly keen basset hound
Watches TV when no one’s around
He surfs the remote
without taking a vote
until The Dog Planet can be found
1/13/22
Basset Hound had a gift to deliver, but he forgot to whom.
He had reminded himself by remembering to say witch’s broom.
Was it Witch Hazel? Asked his mother, trying to help.
He thought it was another, possibly the northern elk.
But why would he give him a gift? They did not get along.
Would it help you to sing a Christmas Gift Song?
This was his father’s idea; he loved braying and singing.
Basset Hound joined in the chorus, his voice ding-a-linging.
You have such a baritone voice! The church vicar said.
Would you like to use it to sing in the choir? I know the head.
Basset Hound decided it was fate to run into a man of the cloth.
He never delivered the package, but this worried him not.
For he was now an official choir member of Church Number Two.
He started being happy and joyful and he stopped being blue.
He now is a fine member of a choir that sings loud and clear.
He can probably deliver this package to someone next year.
Love pretty ladies, they sure turn my crank
They make me squiggly to be perfectly frank
Love their assets
More than my basset
Woof, woof! Wish one would give my parts a yank
Love pretty ladies, they sure turn my crank
They make me all squiggly to be perfectly frank
Love their assets
More than my basset
Woof, woof! Wish one would give my parts a yank
Love pretty ladies, they sure turn my crank
They make me all squiggly to be perfectly frank
Love their assets
More than my basset
Wish one would give my dear parts a yank
A dog named Bailey
Is a basset hound
She would eat all day
If it could be done
She always wants food
Her stomach is never full
At night when tired
Her bed is made up
In the laundry room
a gate to block the door
the whines to what seems
Like hours on end
Whines so loudly
That seems like hours
Only ten minutes
Until it all ends
Janice's Basset Hound
This dog is so quiet
Bella never barkseats
With her big brown
eyes
She will stare at you
If you say a treat
She gets excited
Then eats it quickly
When she wants to
sit
Upon the love seat
She will stare at you
Till you notice her
Taping the cushion
She will quickly jump
Settle down -then nap
She is so content
Love pretty ladies, they sure turn my crank
They make me squiggly to be perfectly frank
Love their assets
More than my basset
Woof, woof! Wish one would give my parts a yank
Fuzzy and I driving along
Going to Ricky’s to eat
He had to swerve his truck to miss
A Basset Hound in the street
Fuzzy! Stop the truck, let’s go back
And check out that Basset Hound
By God, that’s got to be “Shorty”
It Ricky’s dog we have found
I don’t think he knows where he is
His home is three miles from here
Catch him and put him in the truck
That is Ricky’s dog, that’s clear
As we pulled into Rick’s yard
Shorty got out of the truck
Ricky your dog had runaway
We caught him so you’re in luck
Ricky said, “You’ve got the wrong dog
Shorty is right over there”
Get that dog back where he belongs
Before the owner’s aware”
Fuzzy and I returned the dog
And thought about what we’d done
Had someone seen us steal their dog
We could be under the gun
“Who’s the boss ?” I heard her say.
ME, I tell her every day!
I let you know by my stare
when you force me off the chair.
You leave the room to get a drink,
I’ll have that chair again - I think.
You come back in and spoil my fun.
I have to sit on the other one.
“Get off!” You’re on my case again.
Oh well that’s me - no pain - all gain.
I mutter as I leave the couch.
“ I heard that then - you’re such a grouch!”
Well that takes the biscuit if you please,
She’s the one who spoilt my ease.
Talking of which, where’s the tin?
She’ll use it soon to bribe me in
the kitchen then she’ll close the door.
She’s won that battle but not the war.
Cos I’ll now pee upon the floor --Tsk Tsk
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