A wag of the tail
those big brown eyes staring at me
~ a reminder it's feeding time
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: 1st place 2025
ham hocks
the dogs love them
sure. they are costly
but they satisfy
and our dogs are our people
I cringe as I hear their teeth crunching up bone and gristle
My teeth hurt thinking about it
sun-dried, saltwater-rusted
bench sits above cherry bricks
undulating like pan-fried
bacon strips, by the streetlamp
where lazy dogs whine at once
and also lose their bladders
and imagine chuletas
in the beaconed street's limelight
"Eat your veggies," as a nipper I was told
but I'd hide 'em on me lap so Mum wouldn't scold
then all the quicker feed 'em to the dish-licker
before they were even cold
now I'm older not sadder but wiser
and do enjoy a tasty appetiser
they may appear to look like a pear
here's a myth I wish to quash
tho' they're fruit chayotes taste like
zucchini cucumber or squash
against the fence homegrown I grow me own
and me garden's full of chokos
"Choko-bloc," one might even say
I'll do a prickly pear or two
but still don't eat veggies to this day
Of eleven children he was the first
and from an early age
for research had a thirst
his love of dogs was no surprise
highly regarded
he received the Nobel Prize
altho' no longer around
of all those that ever were
I clearly like the sound
as with food it goes so well
and if nothing else
the name 'Pavlov' rings a bell
“I say, I say, pay attention when I’m talkin’ to ya, boy!” Classic line from Fog Horn Leghorn, a Looney Tunes character
A husband was prone to get details confused.
His wife told him this when she was not amused:
“I asked you to get just one thing that I needed.
When at last you returned, I was steamed.
It was clear that my simple request wasn’t heeded.
You should try your best to be redeemed.
I had asked for one pack of six corndogs; instead,
you brought six cans of corn and six dogs!
They all bark day and night, and they’ve taken our bed.
If I’d asked for bacon, would you have brought hogs?”
for a gravy train 'Henry' yearned
easy money he would earn
~ dog food
Genghis loves Godshalls turkey bacon for him I fry
Sassy wants her butter pancake pieces stack high
Love my morning scramble eggs fluffy delight
after a morning prayer we satisfy our appetites
On my plate some bacon and a pancake or two
with a small plate for scramble eggs will nicely do
In their dog food bowls pieces of bacon top
for Sassy pancake pieces pile on, she pleas don't stop
I set their food down and they begin to chow
Genghis only eats his bacon bits and sits awhile
Waiting for Sassy to chomp her pancake feast
than Genghis moves to her bowl for her bacon he eats
She backs up and lets the little fellow eat out of her bowl
Sassy loves her grouchy little Genghis and it shows
I top off my meal with a cup of coffee or two
and let the dogs run outside when they are through
A great way to start a day and even beginning the week
to have a great breakfast with the foods that are a treat.
My son, I love very much, so strict with me,
No name or photo of my little gem, there be,
My granddaughter, two years, January first,
My pride, my love, heart to burst,
But what I heard made me say hee, hee, hee.
Christmas day we spent with the whole family,
Our bundle of joy dressed so very creatively,
An Elf in red, dressed by her mother,
Dressed in red also was another,
Her little cousin, only a year, looked a honey.
The dogs allowed in enjoying fallen food on the floor,
No begging allowed or out the door,
Her mummy said, Dudley, don’t dare *hit
All happy, laughed at her wit,
And our two-year-old sponge, also laughed galore.
Hearing all and talking well, ready to turn the page,
Giggled and entered the conversation at this stage,
Mummy says Dudley *hits,
We all collapsed into fits
Of laughter, a hilarious outburst at two years of age.
Our kitchen counter could be a waterfall
Or so our dog seems to think
As he stares at it while we prepare food
Never ever daring to blink
I think he expects the counter’s edge
To flood the floor, and magically spout
Random food scraps, which are worth
Risk of life and limbs’, ending the drought
There’s simply no quibbles;
my dogs love their kibbles.
There’s really not much else to say.
In an instant, they’re gone,
reappear on the lawn,
changed a bit in the usual way.
As for me, I’d want choice,
for they’re not even moist.
(The food bits; I need to be clear)
As for pooping outside,
that is one I’ve not tried
(‘cept those nightmares you wake from in fear)
A sure sign man’s evolved
are the challenges solved:
both our plates and our bathrooms are plush.
‘Bout this, more could be said,
but my mother is dead,
or she’d probably tell me to hush.
once a small dog named joe willie
complained that his mouth felt silly
for every night
he chomped and he bite
a can of alumn spiced chili.
They say the moon is foreboding and cold.
That's just the way people talk when they get old -
But I grow green beans and peas way up there.
I get there by riding my bike through the air.
I tend it on Tuesdays 'till half past seven
When my dog's bark goes halfway to heaven,
And I come back in time to eat something nice.
How 'bout a hot grilled cheese sandwich with mice?
I'll buy my dog a jewel-encrusted flea collar.
I think I can get it for just over a dollar.
Next year I'll grow rhubarb to make a pie.
I know you believe me, 'cuz I wouldn't lie.
Don't listen to grownups - take my advice.
They can't spoil our fun, and I'll save you a slice.
There once was a green lizard of Oz
Fought by two ferocious dogs, he was
So the tale of woe goes
He swallowed them both whole
And barking became his dialogue.
Quote By Poet "Puppies and kittens are what little kids dreams are made of."
My puppy is tan and small,
she likes to sleep in mommy's shawl.
She loves to play ball,
while I play with my doll.
We like to play outside,
where she will run and hide.
I will put her in my doll buggy for a ride,
her smile becomes a mile wide.
It's time to go inside,
dinner is ready with chicken that has been fried.
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