Best Waggy Poems
How much do I love you?
Let me count the ways,
I love your one paw,
I love your two paws,
I love your three paws,
I love all four.
I love the way you greet me,
When I walk through the door.
I love your wiggy waggy tail,
I love your little tooshie too.
I love it when you kiss me,
When I say mommy loves you.
I love your little belly,
I love your little teeth,
I love the way you yell at me,
When you want a treat.
I love your little nose,
I love your big brown eyes.
I love the fact you think your ten feet tall,
for your little size.
A silvery blue, pale blond long hair
Yorkie with a short waggy tail, floppy abnormal ears
Brown eyes that will melt your heart
With his own flair
~
He was supposed to be a petite five pounds
But by the age of five
His a healthy sixteen pounds
I'm told it’s a genetic throwback
Mother Nature is full of small surprises
~
He's known to have a mind of his own
Stubborn true to his name
Try to put a flame under him to get him to walk,
He sits on the road or nip at my toes…
I wish he could talk
It’s a shame instead of creating havoc
I have to carry him
~
He doesn't like being left alone
So my husband and I take turns staying at home
~
He loves a good belly rub,
Delightful back massage,
Or the back of his ears scratched
~
Intelligent, gentle, loving companion
He is part of the family who has won
Our hearts with tons
Of wet kisses
No one can love us as much as he
© Eve Roper 6/17/2015
Contest Name: My Pet
Sponsor By: Broken Wings
Nova Scotia Duck Tolling Retriever (Toller)
To “toll” is to dance like a fox
Luring mallards or teals to the rocks
Where a hunter’s awaiting
What the dog has been baiting
Scaring duckies right out of their jocks
The Old English Sheepdog
I’m partial to dogs that are shaggy
That are goofy and sweet and not naggy
They only see good
From their eyes under hood
So it’s sad that their tails aren’t waggy*
*Like Boxers, their tails are docked
The Papillon
Considered more missy than mensch
(Butterfly’s the translation from French)
In private is seen
With a king or a queen
And in public with Dame Judi Dench
The Pekingese
At a Cantonese restaurant with luck
One can still find some things for a buck
But imagine my shock
When the place down the block
Ran a special on Pekingese duck
The Petite Basset Griffon Vendéen (PBGV)
Le Basset tres Petite Vendéen
Un Griffón compagnon de Cézanne
Et Renoir en Provence
*Comme ils lounge lors d’une danse
On the grass with a glass of Marsanne
(*As they lounge during a dance)
The Pit Bull
The Pitty despite what you hear
Is not vicious at all but quite dear
It will sit like a dove
With its eyes full of love
While it slowly devours your ear
The Pomeranian (Pom)
The Pom is a kind of a spitz
A Chihuahua with fur in a ditz
The type of a pooch
You can cuddle and smooch
Or show off with a date at the Ritz
The Poodle
The Poodle is known for its smarts
For excelling at music and arts
But an owner was telling
Me after the smelling
They also blow nuclear farts
The Portuguese Water Dog
Pity the poor Portuguese
Who ended up sheets to the breeze
His bowl had been spiked
With a port that he liked
You could tell by the smell of his fleas
The Pug
Behold the repug-a-nant Pug
With a mug that resembles a thug
Though their owners observe
What they really deserve
Is not scorn but a cuddling hug
The Rhodesian Ridgeback
I bought one of these for a dollar
It said Phi Beta Kap on its collar
I later found out
(Though not without doubt)
It had been a Rhodesian scholar
Puppies
Wintry mornings greet
Waggy tails and little paws
My old toes are warm
my dog is
barkier than a cat
lickier than a rat
my dog is
walkier than a sloth
pick-uppier than a mammoth
my dog is
sniffier than a tiger
fetch-a-stickier than a zebra
my dog is
loyalier than a wild boar
affectionatier than a dinosaur
my dog is
biscuit-eatier than a hippo
waggy-tailier than a flamingo
and that’s pretty much my dog!
Peanut a silvery bluey, pale blond, long hair Yorkie
Short waggy tail, floppy ears, brandy brown eyes
That melts your heart with his elegance.
He was supposed to be a petite five pounds
Pup, but by the age of five he became a porky.
I was told Mother Nature is full of surprises.
He has a mind of his own, “Stubborn,” true to his nature.
On our walks in the morn, if he’s done, he’s done.
He sits in the middle of the road and won’t budge; he’s won.
He’ll nip at my toes to let me know his done.
It’s embarrassing. I pick him up and carry him home.
When we get close, I put him down, to the front door he runs.
He loves a delightful back massage or a good belly rub
Or the back of his ears scratched. He doesn’t like the tub,
He knows what comes next, and don’t leave him alone.
He's a part of the family that has won our heart with tons
Of joyful, fast wagging tail, loving moments, and wet kisses
No one can miss and love us as much as he.
3/15/2023
Beloved Pets Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: BJ Legros Kelley
Dogs are just so great,
your friends, when all else fails,
they can be the best soul mate,
with wet wet noses, and waggy wag tails,
they are there in times of need,
sitting on your foot,
a best friend, yes indeed,
when your world is going kaputt,
they greet you at the door,
happy that your home,
running to you with legs of four,
so you won't be alone,
so you'll always have a pal,
if there's a dog nearby,
wagging their ole tail,
with love you cant deny.
Rhyming refrain:
SHEBA:
She's a little beauty
she's a little cutie
shiney-eyes are smiling
waggy-tail comes in.
She brightens up my world
and helps my heart uncurl
her ears are a pointing
waggy tail comes in.
If I try to whistle
she will try to sing
so we have a duet
see what it will bring
when
waggy tail comes in.
Elizabeth alexander 23/1/2016
Sheba is my 7 year old german shepheard *****
and brings much joy in my life.
Yashy and Aggy
They like to waggy
their tails
and they've got nice nails
Yashy likes mashy
Aggie likes Maggie
They both like Radi
And they both hate Abby :(
Depression borne of grief,
I can’t bear that you are gone;
But you are not, your presence is everywhere,
Especially in these empty rooms..
Sometimes if I stare, I see your happy smile,
Trying to tell me you are free, can see, and
Another time, you lie sleeping,
So far, so far.
Many I have lost, but a new one
Would distract the gloom, and my soul somewhat fill.
I cannot endure another goodbye,
Be still Waggy Tail, be still.
I miss you.
Walking down the street
My head hung low in defeat
Stepped in out of the cold
Guess I'm getting kinda old
Put my self in a cage
Trying to beat the rage
Must be my age
Bodies feeling kinda saggy
My tail not so waggy
As I'm shaking off the cold
Feeling not so bold
Looking around I see
People no better off than me
Hard times are here
Looking around I see fear
What are we going to do
When there no food to chew
No roof over our head
Done been kicked out of my bed
Feet tired of walking
Ears tired of the talking
Looking for a job
But I look like a slob.
Can't find no shower
So I smell like no flower
Seems like the end of time
So I make up this silly rhythm
Just to ease my mind
Take what ever break you find
Just to get by.
When the cost of living is so high
For years I’d begged my parents for a puppy
Sam was a surprise gift for my ninth birthday
With his huge dark brown eyes and long waggy tail
I was just smitten
When I returned home from school, he’d fetch his lead
then wait patiently by the door to go out
I’d promised my parents I’d take him for walks
to the local park
That year we had such a glorious summer
We’d play outside all day in the bright sunshine
Autumn came, with drizzle and torrential rain
I hated those walks!
The reality of owning Sam hit home
In rainy weather we still had to go out
But I’d made a lifelong commitment to Sam
my four legged friend
Pick-A-Title, Vol 19 - 4 Sapphic Stanzas - Poetry Contest
Sponsored By Edward Ibeh
5. The Thrill Is Gone
Checked with soup syllable counter
06/12/20
I wish I could shape shift into a dog.
With you, I would daily jog.
I would wag my tail and be your lapdog.
I would tilt my head and pout,
Run around with my wet snout,
Lie down, and roll over on my back and snub,
For no bubble scrub in the tub.
I would bark and say it is time to play;
Gayfully run to the doorway.
You would throw the ball halfway;
I would race and chase,
Catch, bring it back, and place
Dropping it at your feet, a treat. I am fed.
You would pat the top of my head
And scratch behind my ear and be led.
I would kiss your face and turn you bead red.
You let me sleep beside you as you read.
My big droopy eyes and waggy tail tell you,
No one can love you
As much as I do.
doggy dance with a waggy tail
he eats his dog chow without fail
stomp stomp stomp he has happy paws
prancing and dancing with hoorahs
doggy jump and doggy spin
wiggly jiggly dance again
doggy leap and doggy crawl
he's dragging his bottom down the hall
Where’s the gravy train I rode
In those days of waggy tails
With no thoughts of getting old
And no precious aim to chase
I can’t recognize the wreck
Whose each morning’s waking up
Counts as luckiest comeback
But it’s me with coffee cup
Course I had that vague idea
What those better days acquire
Mary Hopkin puts it clear
There’s no point to join the choir
Days of pleasure, wine and smoke
Days of roses, lovers lanes
All has gone beyond the joke
Though the joker still remains.