Some folks will say that he's just a hound,
But no finer dog could ever be found.
I have to admit that a hound's hard to train,
But that's just because he must first grow a brain.
He's so happy-go-lucky and such a real tease.
He's so full of love and desires just to please;
But he gets into trouble more often than not,
'Cause he's curious of nature and gets into a lot.
The things that he does shows an active mind.
He just has to mature, he just needs some time,
To show the intelligence inate in his breed.
He's tenacious and brave, this is his creed.
He can find any trail that he's set upon.
Just give him the scent and then he is gone.
He won't give up until he's caught his prey,
And you'll know where to find him by his noted bay.
You don't want to lose him, he's not something you lend.
He's your dog, he's your buddy, He's your best friend.
You can look high and low but his like can't be found.
There ain't no such animal as this dog "just-a-hound".
I was having one of “those” mornings
being all boo-hoo
and feeling sorry for myself
just counting the ways
that things were so uncool
when my ole hound-dog came up
and nuzzled my thigh
I reached down and rubbed his ears
and got to thinking
do hound-dogs ever get the boo-hoos
and I realized
yeah, they probably do
with that revealing flash of insight
I got down on my knees
and gave my ole hound-dog a hug so tight
that it hitched my breathing
he got to wagging and licking
tossing his head and smiling
and I got to making all that
talking-to-my-ole-hound-dog-baby-talk
while we were having ourselves
a good ole time together
I got to thinking again
when you get the boo-hoos
and start feeling sorry for yourself
what you must try and do
is give comfort to someone else
and if the closest someone else
is your very own wag-licking ole hound-dog
then you just get down on your knees
and let that comfort flow
while I was doing just that
and we were nose-to-nose
we looked into each other’s eyes
and I had another revealing flash of insight
I wasn’t giving comfort to my ole hound-dog
he was giving comfort to me.
Elvis, a phenomenon back in the fifties
Shakin' his hips after Sinatra and Der Bingle
First of his kind
Girlies went blind
A trance-like fever grabbed 'em, made 'em tingle
Some folks will say that he's just a hound,
But no finer dog could ever be found.
I have to admit that a hound's hard to train,
But that's just because he must first grow a brain.
He's so happy-go-lucky and such a real tease.
He's so full of love and desires just to please,
But he gets into trouble more often than not,
'Cause he's curious of nature and gets into a lot.
The things that he does shows an active mind.
He just has to mature, he just needs some time,
To show the intelligence inate in his breed.
He's tenacious and brave this is his creed.
He can find any trail that he's set upon.
Just give him the scent and then he is gone.
He won't give up until he's caught his prey,
And you'll know where to find him by his noted bay.
You don't want to lose him, he's not something you lend.
He's your dog, he's your buddy, he's your best friend.
You can look high and low but his like can't be found.
There ain't no such animal as this dog "Just a Hound".
afghan hound dogs are
the oldest dog species and
fast than a racehorse
2019 September 17
My wife’s amazed
when I station myself
at the computer
writing this or that
despite a hound dog
case of the flu.
So I tell her something
she’s probably known
about me for years.
I write for the same reason
a mutt barks endlessly
in the city pound--
It’s something worth doing
for as long as possible
until we’re swept away.
Donal Mahoney
my dog use to listen to bach
while running around on the dock
till a gal pug he spied
with a collar tie dyed
so now he just listens to rock.
Some folks will say that he's just a hound,
But no finer dog could ever be found.
I have to admit that a hound's hard to train,
But that's just because he must first grow a brain.
He's so happy-go-lucky and such a real tease.
He's so full of love and desires just to please;
But he gets into trouble more often than not,
'Cause he's curious of nature and gets into a lot.
The things that he does shows an active mind.
He just has to mature, he just needs some time,
To show the intelligence inate in his breed.
He's tenacious and brave, this is his creed.
He can find any trail that he's set upon.
Just give him the scent and then he is gone.
He won't give up until he's caught the prey,
And you'll know where to find him by his noted bay.
You don't want to lose him, he's not something you lend.
He's your dog, he's your buddy, he's your best friend.
You can look high and low but his like can't be found.
There ain't no such animal as this dog, "Just A Hound".
The scream and shudder blasts of noise from the traffic passing by
Could not silence the echo of a pain filled whimper and whine
Floating down a dustbin lined alley, the gloom forever drab
The ribs of the puppy, like bars on a cage, pierced through the shade.
Graffiti on walls not often seen, spoke nothing of the need far down below
The head hung low on paws ripped and raw, the darkness ever darker
The hunger, the fear, the lack of physical contact with another living thing
The coloured spray-can poetry, unwittingly, became a canine epitaph.
The alarm goes off, I open my eyes to face the day
I roll back over to sleep it away
The wife begins to preach to me
No work, unemployed, I am free
I go to the unemployment office and talk to the man
He looks at my state and says he will do what he can
The man asks me which of the three jobs I choose
I don't want a job, I guess I've got those Lazy Hound Dog Blues
I go outside, sit at the bench and wait for the bus
I've got nowhere to be, I ain't in no rush
It's getting to be late in the afternoon
Getting hungry and will be home soon
My wife left me a note saying were through
At the moment I don't care, it's the curse of the lazy hound dog blues
I tell myself tomorrow I will look for a job
Gotta clean myself up, no one will hire a slob
The alarm goes off I hit the snooze
Not today, I am nagged by those lazy hound dog blues
My wife calls, says she wants to work things out
I try to explain, she begins to shout
She won't listen what's the use
I tell there is a cure for the flu
But how do you shake the lazy hound dog blues
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