dog did not like Daddy in my recliner
He ran in, up Daddy’s arm, on his shoulders.
Doggie pushed Daddy from behind with his front paws
Daddy fell on the floor
I could not stop laughing
Frankie’s face so cute, sweet and appealing
Lifts one’s heart to fly up to the ceiling
The moment we met I was mesmerised
No one could resist those sparkling brown eyes.
Frankie’s adored by all residents here
His presence livens up the atmosphere
Love the way Frankie greets us all with joy
He is such a warm hearted doggie boy.
Never forgets anyone, not ever
Knowing Frankie’s an absolute pleasure
Frankie’s therapy, knows when one’s unwell
By caring actions, is how one can tell.
Oh, doggie boy, there’s no doubting the fact
You’re simply the star of our habitat.
sore throat medicine
eye glasses
left shoe
potted plant
a six-foot tree branch
pieces from someone else’s porch
walnut
stuffing from an Amazon box
things brought into the house
through the doggie door
by our new puppy
who ignores expensive dog chews
preferring to find his own entertainment
Being shy Sassy used to run and hide
when a stranger she would spy
But the two old boys had none of that
they would eagerly go on a barking attack
Sassy watch them having fun
and before you knew it she was the one
Prowling the yard listening to hear
anything approaching to bark at with cheer
Being ornery I would point and shout
bad old puddy tat when a stray one was about
Sassy would see and bark in delight
as the scared cat would scurry off in fright
If stray dogs ever abound I would point and shout
doggie and Sassy barking and running with clout
So often did I do this now it seems in a way
Sassy knows the meaning of the words I say
For if no cat is around saying puddy tat
Sassy looks for a cat to bark at
Same goes for doggie she springs to bark
but if not one there it saddens her heart
So I only say doggie and puddy tat
when there are stray dogs and cats
So Sassy can run and bark at them
brings her joy as her tail is a wagging.
How much is that hot dog on the griddle
The one that is so plump and moist
How much is that hot dog that is cooking
My hungry belly has a choice
They all look delicious and yummy
I can hear the grumble in my tummy
Different sizes and flavors--- it's insane
Lots of tasty toppings--- just not plain
I want to eat one I can savor
My tastebuds will enjoy each flavor
I don't want to overload my jaw
But I shove them inside --- just not raw
How much is that hot dog on the griddle
The one that is so plump and moist
How much is that hot dog that is cooking
My hungry belly has a choice
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
I have a pet, a smart little dachshund
Whenever I go out, he follows me always
Watching him wag his tail is fun
Mischievous he is, his antics amaze
Raven black is his shining skin,
With drooping ears hanging down.
My sportive little friend is a joy to own.
With his funny pranks my days drown.
When I take him out, he runs and rolls
Truly a bouncing ball of energy
His waggish tricks brighten my days
Between him and me is a rare synergy
With his bark, he scares all rodents away
As the stray cat comes in, he is brutally at war
With his paws he enjoys prodding the dying rat
When he is around, life is never a bore
From office, even if I come back late
He will be there to greet me, wagging his tail
He climbs over, licking me from foot to crown
In spontaneity of affection, he does not fail
Indeed he is my prized possession
In our house, he is allowed to roam free
His eyes speak a strange language of love
Bringing into our lives so much of glee
March.16.2023
~Placed Second~
Beloved Pet’s Poetry Contest
Sponsor- BJ. Legros Kelley
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
If I had a doggie dungeon I could put Buddy down there.
He eats shoes, tuna cans, cat food cans, belts, pajamas and other things.
We are going through forty dollars of dog toys a week; it is not enough.
But he is just a baby. A big adorable amber eyed baby who loves me.
He loves my husband too; my husband thinks his parents sent him
from heaven.
If I had a doggie jail, would I use it?
Absolutely not.
He is our pal, our buddy, my boyfriend. He loves me.
No matter what he does, he gets to sleep, watch tv and eat
with us.
I would hit him with that shoe, my sister said. I will not let her near him.
I would squirt him with a water bottle grandpa said.
The next time he passes gas at supper, I am going to squirt him.
Cutie, cutie,
My dogie a cutie patootie
Sites on my boobies
Wagging its happy bootie
As it eats my fruity
Strawberry smoothie
While we’re watching a movie
1/20/2022
Behold our precious doggie pet
Cheers us daily midst goodness’ bliss
Responsive by her name, Paulette…
Behold our precious doggie pet
Makes us glad when we are upset
Greeting with her tricks we can’t miss…
Behold our precious doggie pet
Cheers us daily midst goodness’* bliss.
Psalm 107:15 Oh that men would praise the LORD for his goodness, and for his wonderful works to the children of men!
January 8, 2022
1st place, "A STRAND (1054)" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 1/18/2022.
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
It's hard being a doggie that doesn't woof
Downright difficult and most definitely tough
All the other doggies do it night and day
Why this doggie can't I will try and say
Grew from a pup and never let out a yelp
His owners didn't bother asking for help
Now fully grown no woof can be heard
Certainly won't frighten any man or bird
The owners decided to take him to the vet
Prescribed some doggie tablets I would bet
The tablets prescribed soon left their mark
For this doggie can now happily woof and bark
My daughter’s dog goes to Doggie Day Care.
He knows when it is Tuesday or Thursday.
Runs to the car and jumps in.
Comes home so wiped, she has to carry him.
This means the baby has to walk, but the baby is seven so okay.
It takes the dog a whole day of sleeping to rest up for the next session.
While you’re around he pretends to be with you until the bitter end. He never intended to honor his words, nor carry you through thick and thin, to have your back or be your friend. And when at last the spell is broke, Turn around...Take a second look.....
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