Best St Bernard Poems

If you have not read my earlier ones, please check out the first in the series and see if you like the story. It will help this make more sense.

Ricky slowly sauntered up the stairs, as you know most little boys don't like going to...

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No one knows
  what to do
If I breathe in 
  my poodle's poo

Can I shake paws
  with my cat
If I rub her tummy
  Is there a caveat

And God protect me 
  from the friendly St. Bernard
Who slobbers all over me
...

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Kitty Katy, bigger than holsteins
Killed a St. Bernard
Pretty Kitty scratched up my blue jeans
Left my legs all scarred.

My big kitty scares the bejabbers
Out of my sorry hide
Such loud thuds of her pitter-patters
The blood-prints of her stride.

What did she kill tonight?
Who did she rend and bite?
What...

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When all around was cold and white,
The kindly monk set out that night;
His dogs were trusty, he was strong,
Prepared to search the whole night long.

He covered miles of icy ground
And wouldn’t stop until he found
The orphans stranded in the snow -
His dogs would know which...

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I Am A Rose

Planted in the early spring placed gently in the earth.
At one time just a single seed until I'm given birth.
Peering out a tiny crack I think I see the sun.
Glancing quickly all around I am the only one.

Getting bigger day by day...

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I got a neighbor
who has a dog named Spike
And there are two things
that mean ole dog don’t like
Spike don’t like cats,
and he don’t like clowns
Especially the cat burglar ones
The sneaky ones who try to come around
and steal his beloved master’s possessions
They try to get in...

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Joe: "It's 9 a.m., here in Gotham and my partner, Mike and I, have been here since 7 a.m., and we also passed a cow coming over here!"
Mike: "That was no cow sir just a very nice looking St. Bernard, sir."
Joe: "Who asked you, your...

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My uncle's farm lay nestled in the central Wisconsin hills
A beautiful location sure to cure this city boy's ills
So imagine my delight when invited to stay a week
During summer vacation, this was certain to be unique!

As we approached the house appeared a lumbering St Bernard
Whose...

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At the auto repair shop,
a large stuffed animal,
a St. Bernard, 
adorned the sofa in the waiting room.
He almost looked real, lying there motionless,
with snow white patch on the end of his tale,
and closed bale full slits for eyes.
I exclaimed to Taylor the office manager,
"He almost...

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Sassy the Assassinator

Sassy is a lapdog, not a large bird-dog  
She likes to chase hopping bullfrogs or a hiding hedgehog.
She is a friend to a cat, but not to a groundhog
But she thinks she’s a big bad watchdog!

For years little Sassy has chased away...

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A Dog Called America. 

When sailing from Huston, Texas, to Aruba
we had an unwanted guest on board, a big
friendly dog, the captain called shore and
It turned out it belonged to the coast guard.
And since we had a small terrier *****, this
was a love story gone...

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I heard you fall,
In the middle of a call.
It was around seven.
Did you fall from heaven?

You landed in my front yard,
Right in front of my St. Bernard.
There was a glow into my room.
Suddenly I saw you...

You are my,
Dream when I sleep,
Dinosaur from a prehistoric defeat,
Rythum...

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'Whiskers'! That's who we called him and he passed through once a year
with his swag and billy; this time with a 'heeler' dog close near.
Our 'oldies' always said when 'Whiskers' camped beside the creek,
to keep away from that old man and don't ever stop to...

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It was a Day 
He wore his cocoa-brown shirt
not silk sort-of
sort-of splayed with sinewy
filamented palm trees in  
green fibrilangulared leaves
no coconuts; draping to him
like a cosy vestment tucked
deeply beneath...

St. Bernard de Clairvaux,
Oh, this sunny Sunday Morn.
to know beatitude, of a place
traveled stone by stone...

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I once volunteered to babysit a dog; really, how hard could that be?
She looked at me with pitiful eyes, “Would you please watch my little puppy?”

“Sure”, I said, “I’d love to do it.  Just bring him over tonight.”
“A little puppy”, is what she said,...

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