Best Doggie Poems
A "woof! woof!" shout-out
goes out to a dearly departed
four-legged pooch
running free in doggie heaven!
An energetic, playful people-pleaser
that belonged to
a friend and old neighbor of mine
What a personality had he!
He was taught so many tricks:
He barked "Woof! Woof!"
when told to "speak."
He knew how to sit and stay,
how to roll over, even how to
hi-five and shake hands.
He loved getting his belly rubbed, too!
A funny, intelligent, curious,
not to mention, affectionate...
pit bull named "Baby"
He made me laugh one time
chewing on his squeaky toy...
for what seemed like an eternity!
I'll never forget him; he loved
the treats I used to bring him.
He really liked me and used to...
lick me to death
every time I petted him!
He changed my perception
of pit bulls forever!
Rest in peace, "Baby"(2007-2018)
All Pets Go To Heaven Poetry Contest (Winner: 1st Place)
Sponsored by Constance La France
Date written: 08/10/2020
Hush little doggie don't say a word
Daddys gonna buy you a new bird
And if that annoying bird don't sing
Daddys not gonna buy you another thing
Look daddys got your ball
Better come when he call
Don't you give me those sad eyes
Just to get food they tell lies
So I keep rubbing your belly
I know it might seem silly
But you close your eyes and fall asleep
Right on top of me you sink in so deep
A jiggling rush of energy
Wags along our messed-up stair
As Lullie huffs with a naughty glee,
To cause mayhem beyond compare!
My dachshund begs to play tag -game
With flopping of ears , this just disarms;
While dog’s trick to win is one big shame
She guards me dear from any harm.
Lullie sleeps often in my bed
Her belly twirling all around;
I wonder of mischief ahead
Till fingers trace a rounder mound.
Oh baby pups arrive, although
Lullie's mate, that I'll never know!
Shadow Hamilton's Pets
~ A true story ~
11/28/2014>
Dachshund headgear:
Weenie
Beenie
Frankfurter for a Dachshund:
Weenie
Weenie
Grouchy Dachshund:
Meany
Weenie
Un-cool Terrier:
Dorky
Yorkie
A Terrier who pigs out too often might become a:
Porky
Yorkie
Spaniel dog breeder:
Cocker
Stocker
Parrot who mimics a Spaniel's bark:
Cocker
Mocker
Book on how to care for Cockers:
Spaniel
Manuel
Originally from England, a well-rounded Spaniel stays in shape by playing:
Cocker
Soccer
Then showers and dresses by its:
Cocker
Locker
Lassie was a level-headed dog and never engaged in:
Collie
Folly
Reared in a loving environment, she was a rather:
Jolly
Collie
Bred in the capitol city of NC, making her a:
Raleigh
Collie
To commemorate her frequent visits to New Orleans, a streetcar was renamed the:
Collie
Trolley
Snoopy immigrated to the States but alas, was found not to be a:
Legal
Beagle
Which of course drove:
Snoopy
Loopy
Thus he was deported back to England but was promptly knighted by the Queen becoming a:
Regal
Beagle
Now a celebrity, he is blessed with an entourage of young beagle admirers named:
Snoopy's
Groupies
*Submitted for The Funny Kid’s Poem Contest sponsored by Team Poetry Soup
Don’t it make you feel like a no life, enslaved sap?,
To follow your dog around
As he looks for a place to crap?
And if that’s not enough, oh my aching word,
You follow him back home toting his turd!
Just one more rhyme and then I’m through.
Who is the leash for ….. the dog or you?
Okay I lied about the rhymes; there’s two..
As a matter of fact, I’d rather care for a cat,
They cover it themselves once they’ve shat.
Inspired by people /pet watching in an association.
grateful for rescuing me
your love for my family
thank you for your bravery
let me lick your wounds
Hi, my name is Ollyver, and here’s my doggie view:
You could call me simply “Boo” and I’d still come to you!
I’m fluffy white, the mini version of an Eskimo.
My human lady makes me go out back and then yells, “GO!”
Sometimes she says more than that. She adds the small word, “pee.”
“Ollyver, go pee,” she cries. “Just pee. Go pee for me!”
Often times I’ll run about or try to dig a hole.
Apparently my digging in the yard is not her goal!
She calls me back and if I do not come, she chases me.
Her voice bears a question and again, that dang word PEE.
Inside the house, I sit near her - unless I hear strange noise,
and often at the window, I’ll look out and see some boys.
I start to yap. I HAVE to yap! I yap, yap, yap, yap, YAP.
And when they leave, I run with glee back to my lady’s lap.
I love to feel her scratch my ears and smooth my pretty fur.
If someone comes too near the house, I’ll yap, protecting her.
She doesn’t often give me yummy food right off her plate,
but sometimes she might give me some, so anxiously I wait.
I make my eyes get big and sad and whimper like a child.
I can’t go too far overboard or else she will get riled!
If food remains upon her plate, she scrapes it in my bowl.
That’s even better than when I go out and dig a hole!
There’s one thing I can’t figure out. She saw me tinkle once
nearby a wall, then yelled about me pulling stupid stunts.
She and her man get crazy when I do that, so I try
to only tinkle in the house when it is on the sly!
She takes me out to that back yard quite an awful lot.
Sometimes I’ll tinkle and I always poo poo like I ought.
More kids outside the window! Must I always have to beg
for them to leave? I yap, and near the wall I lift my leg.
Written June 24, 2012
For Tanya Harrington's "Dog Gone Tales" Poetry Contest
Eyes gleam onyx-black, white silky hair gently flows
Pampered with kisses, hugs and chic bows
It's Suzanne's impish Maltese
The first lap dog, from Old Greece
Sparking heart-rending love which glows, spreads and grows
For SuZ
She’s a little missile
Hears my whistle
Pretends it’s a whisper
Too busy with her sniffer
Every doggie has a nose
Some worth more than gold
My little one, uses hers for fun
She ignores me in her hunts
It smells good everywhere
She doesn’t care just where
But catching her’s no fun
When I call she’s off to run
How to get her back
Will she listen if I snap
What about a snack
That I’ll carry in my pack
She’s a little missile
Hears my whistle
Pretends it’s a whisper
Too busy with her sniffer
Maybe I can give
A toss to a twig
Oh forget that she’s more beagle
Than she’ll ever be retriever
I’d rather not chase
Seems a little haste
Maybe just wait
Till the squirrel scent dissipates
You know they trained her kind
From way back in old times
It’s ingrained in her blood
To follow scents for fun
She’s a little missile
Hears my whistle
Pretends it’s a whisper
Too busy with her sniffer
April 4,2021
Soccer ball made from granola, dried grapes
Honey, brown sugar, oats, sunflower seeds
Almonds and chocolate chips form the ball that is fun to
Play the soccer game where everyone wins and the goalie eats the ball.
Eleven comedic players on each team want that
Soccer ball running after the tasty round thing, number 19 gets a Red card
Before the lemming, marmot, and prairie dog run
Biting a tasty crunch out of that flavorful round sphere.
Chocolatier is in competition for profit and prize with
Granolatier who in rivalry selling those two color round
Yummy soccer balls hoping the malamute doggie and
Spiky Yorkshire terrier stay off the game field and don’t eat the ball.
Soccer mom enjoys getting lots of granola soccer balls at the
Local grocery store every Saturday keeping one for herself,
One fun granola soccer ball lasts a week for driving and munching,
Accordion playing cheering moods for all biting that new soccer ball.
Our new doggie was abused for years
By her previous owners disgusting to hear
Should be arrested
For this act detested
Placed behind bars plus a kick in the rear
Pretty puzzle peeps
Etch looks so deep
Pop primal poise
Ply crispy voice
End with sad face
Ripe moments trace
Play curious stare
Entice fond touch
Prize enough fare
Please fluffy fudge
End echoes air
Rich bark moves much
Plot playtime pooch
Effort sighs snooze
Plot petting smooch
Pass naughty noose
Explore each ooze
Real rapture roosts
Leon Enriquez
28 August 2015
Singapore
This one goes to the one I love
WHY? Don’t you fetch, roll over, and play dead
WHO knows I might just give you a Doggie bone
WHEN I saw you last night, you were not alone
WHAT an ugly sight, of him at your home
WHERE our names you carved in stones
Seeing you with him must have fallen into your bag of trick.
Please do not call me on my phone
I wipe my paws off you
Sit, stay put, and leave me the hell alone
For you I have no more Doggie treats
Beg all you want, go Ho” yourself on another streets
The final thing is
A dog is a dog, I will be a dog.
A b*tch, well you are a B*TCH !
Attack someone else’s kibbles on your leash
Since you cannot be a faithful or obedient tramp
Go give someone else your fleas
Thanks for showing me this is a
DOGGIE DOG WORLD
You will no longer wear my tags.
With a collar, that labels you as my girl.
**Phil J.
hotdog
bun lengthening
juicy sizzling fresh
grilling boiling firepit cold
campout
Sing to tune of "Teen Angel" if you are old enough to know that tune!
That fateful night we brought you home,
you looked so sweet and cute,
but when I sat you on my lap,
you pooped on my new suit.
We realized you were still young;
you needed to be trained.
But after months of accidents,
our carpets all were stained.
(Refrain)
Bad doggie, so annoying,
what now - are you destroying?
Are you dead or doing well
and putting someone else through hell?
We hired a professional
to help us deal with you.
But nothing worked, and even worse,
you then began to chew.
Ignoring bones, you chewed our shoes,
our walls, our chairs, the gate!
And so we had to keep you in
a store-bought plastic crate!
(refrain)
Bad doggie, so annoying,
what now - are you destroying?
Are you dead or doing well
and putting someone else through hell?
You yelped and howled inside your cage.
We put you out in back.
But in the yard you barked and barked
like some crazed maniac.
And then you started digging holes.
You dug through dirt and grass.
You got away and then you bit
our neighbor on the ass.
(Refrain)
Bad doggie, so annoying,
what now - are you destroying?
Are you dead or doing well
and putting someone else through hell?
We paid the neighbor's doctor bill
and paid a hefty fine.
But tied up barking in the back,
you made the neighbors whine.
And so we took you to the pound.
The last I heard was that. .
you fled, and while they search for you,
we've gone and bought a cat!
(Refrain)
Bad doggie, so annoying,
what now - are you destroying?
Are you dead or doing well
and putting someone else through hell?
(bad doggie, bad doggie. . . please don't return)