Best Basset Hound Poems

“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...

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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...

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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...

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 Once upon a time
There was a little paper doll
She lived in a paper house
Made of paper walls

She had a paper mom
She had a paper...

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As the second hand ticks away my breaths
a half-clad moon catches my eye.
Was a time when I might've seen
the ghost of half-eaten melon,
but I'm older...

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I am a basset hound and I love to play
I can run and jump all day
I really love magic and tricks
I also love chocolate bics
Yummy!...

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Just a saggy-sad dumbfounded Basset Hound
Got claimed at the doggone-it lost puppy pound
Just hangin' out now and nosing around
Waiting for my supper to get back...

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The Spaniel

A Spaniel that uses its head 
Can tell when its owner’s unfed 
So instead of a duck
That is down on its luck 
Will deliver...

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Oh, Maggie-Jo Sparks, my basset hound
The best of the houndom breed
A friendlier pooch cannot be found
You are a grand ol' gal indeed!

Oh, oh Maggie-Jo you...

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Bailey is getting worse
Her illness is cancer
She is brought to the vet
We gather around the bed
Everyone pets Bailey
With tears being shed
Everyone says goodbye
While the vet...

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Since moving to our brand new home
There's things I haven't found
Like my pair of pearly white dentures
And Dufus our basset hound

Still haven't located my tightie...

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Bloody Bassett Hound

According to facts which are well-rooted
To be a fine poet, I am properly suited
With an imagination which is astounding
Like some fathers who were...

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I opened Paris' letter and cry


my heart dropped
my fingers trembled
I opened Paris' letter
mama it's been three days ...
then the dam burst, 
not the happy kind
unregretfully
the...

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the dripping blood from her heart needed to clot

the couple was rolling along in their boat
on a river to nowhere, on a cloudy day
when she...

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Could there possibly be a single topic
I haven't as yet explored
The love life of the lowly earthworm
Or why most chickens don't snore

And have you ever...

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