A high-strung duck on a ranch up in Maine
is best pals with a wistful Great Dane
One goes quack! Quack! Quack!
while the other lays back
Their friendship is hard to is hard to explain
6/8/22
A Great Dane kind, giving, and mellow
is Idaho’s most saintly fellow
Whenever he’s near
folks clap, chant and cheer:
You’re the pride of all Pocatello!
A much-celebrated psychic Great Dane
Has his fans waltzing down memory lane
A dandy clairvoyant
And often flamboyant
Folks greet friends who no longer remain
1/6/22
Wayne a Great Dane,
from a princely court
was playing in the courtyard.
He rolled and fell short
in the castle moat.
A good sport
he was. With laughter roar
from the royal court;
out his nose water he snorted.
3/6/2021
Could Be Great Dane A Crane or My Cane
Could be great Dane a crane and my cane,
Which surely with me will always remain;
Great weather;
Still together,
Until they drastically do drive me insane.
Jim Horn
Paleontologist Steve called in another expert.
Where did you find this? The second scientist asked me.
My heart was beating furiously.
Back yard I told him.
How far down?
Of course I cannot be certain,
for when the Great Dane digs, the Great Dane digs.
I was wishing Yellow Fellow was here to take care of this.
But since he does not drive or speak to strangers, here I am.
My dog dug it up.
Joe looked at Steve and said “You are correct. This is amazing.”
He looked at me. “I believe this is a Stegosaurus bone, he said.
Can we get you to sign a release and send it to our lab?”
“You can have it,” I said.
They called me a week later to ask permission to dig up the rest
of my yard. I told them “no,” for Yellow Fellow had already been
doing that and there were no more bones. Also I wanted my bone back.
I had been building my Stegosaurus model in the garage you see,
and I was short one bone.
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