Long Doggy Poems
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Charming and filled with humorous doggy characters, so unique
I’m floored when I think of an aussidoodle, or a scotchi‘s fido physique
Pages of dogs all breeds and places, RG’s fun reads, an original book
Find Doggy Limerick Circus on sale at Barnes & Noble’s Nook
Crème de la crème, no one loves man’s best friend as much as Mr. Gorelick
The dog park for research he haunts, with care and confidence each limerick
A gent of distinction, and a prominent member of the Poetry Soup
Albeit a sequel in works, posts limerick endearing quirks, stays in the loup
Generously saved a space for the Queen of Limericks Beryl Edmonds
Belle renowned for fly and lyrical poetry, and quick reply limerick add ons
Using wry humor to support poets, and he stands tall with steely gray hair
Retired, he hikes whilst his poetry’s impassioned with his own fiery flair
Never a vibe of a rapscallion baddy, this tribute I post because he is deserving
Venerable with age, a mentor with sagacious advice, well received and alluring
Those unfamiliar with our RG; an inspiring poet, supremely nice and giving
A former teacher of elementary special ed, he taught the disabled for a living
B'for that, a Navy photographer on the USS Coral Sea reckless never nervous
I want to congratulate you on your book and to thank you for your service!
*fly slang for hip
Valentine
My dear brothers and sisters
What special in Feb 14th?
Why did you prefer a bl/\dy clothes?
Why did you celebrate the death of a lover?
Why do you dress nakedness on this day?
Why do you enjoy mocking your virginity?
You broke a door locked by thy Creator
You behave like dogs
You exchange doggy saliva
You are out there looking for wears
Which your parents can't avoid
They keep starving at home because of you
But you spent thousands for a single day
You took photos as many you want
Your parents find it difficult to change their clothes
A tuition fee of twenty thousand
Your mathematical equation turn it to forty
When your wall is being drainage off
And your wall allowed every drowner
A fool looking for his/her val
They romance you such as animal
You commit sins call for hundred lashes
And you call it pleasure
Are you capable of account??
On the day of accountability...
©® Junaid Abdul Wakeel 11/2/17
Lucky left on Thursday
a stroke
Friday no tip tap in hallway
Saturday no tip tap in hallway
Sunday morning, we woke to tip tap in hallway
"Did you hear that?"
Jumped out of bed.
New dog had come into the doggy door.
Not Lucky, but another black dog,
needing a home.
It's too soon, my husband said.
He took her to the vet for her shots on Monday.
Was raving about her on Tuesday.
Fed her chicken, beef, eggs, all the good stuff.
Gave her chocolate which everyone knows not to do.
New dog, Sophie, stayed at the vet overnight to get spayed.
I woke up at 2 a.m. to Lucky's familiar tip tap in hallway.
Jumped out of bed and ran to look.
I believe she was letting us know that she is
Sophie's spirit dog.
If I had to be an animal
I think I'd be a cat,
Sitting on a broomstick
Or on witch's hat.
And then with witchy powers
That my mistress would bestow,
I'd magic to my heart's content
Oh meow oh meow oh meow.
First I'd have a spot of fun
Just let the games commence,
I'd steal the bones of all those dogs
That live across the fence.
The ones that like to torment puss
And chase her just for fun,
I'd throw their bones to kingdom come
Now cats are number one.
I'd wait until they'd had their fill
Of chump and doggy food,
When curled up snug in doggy bed
I'd sneak up and Kaboom!
I'd suddenly appear and screech
And give them such a fright,
They'd wake up with their hairs on end
And quake all through the night.
And then I'd try and find a home
Where I could be a pet
To love an owner who loved me
As good as it does get.
By nights we'd sit around a fire
All cosy and content,
I'd leave my witchy hat behind
Not once would I lament.
Once I had a little Country
Used to keep her on the lead
One fine day she did break free
What a naughty kind of breed
I was calling “Country, Country!”
But she went away too fast
Craving freedom desperately
She went loose alone at last
But came back after a while
Then I saw it’s not my home
Where I live, and she’s not mine
Where on earth do I belong?
You belong to me, she barked
I’m the master, so don’t worry
It was topsy turvey marked
Now its different kind of story
To belong to can’t be equaled
To possession that you own
You’re just one of those I peopled
You’re the servant at my home
Thanks but no thanks, little doggy
Help yourself, I’m not your kind
You can make my life bit foggy
But I live inside my mind.
He bites his nails beside me on the bed
so loudly! This strange habit is most grating.
I’d like to throw a pillow at his head,
but he would just continue, not abating.
I’m used to just how vexing he can get,
like when he begs for food that I am eating.
When someone comes to call, he gets upset;
then settles down and gives a gleeful greeting -
Unless the visitor is someone small!
He sits and stares if I pick up a child
then panics if the infant starts to bawl.
I love my doggy though he gets so wild!
Although a naughty child himself is he,
how sweet and trusting is his love for me.
I hope that you'll believe me but you probably will not.
I have a dog and she has been smoking all of my pot.
She's my doggy and I do love her.
But I can't get high because of her.
My money has been wasted because of all of the weed that she stole.
I hide my joints but she finds them and smokes every one that I roll.
Some people call me a nut, they think a straight jacket is what I need.
Others think that the dope dealer spiked my weed.
But I'm not crazy, my dog really does smoke my grass.
I'm very angry and I'm on the verge of kicking her ass.
If you're looking for a free dog, I'll gladly give you this stupid *****.
But if you smoke pot, you'll lose money so you'd better be rich.
(This is a fictional poem)
"So friendly, and so true. That was our Lucy Loo" By poet
Dear sweet Lucy Loo, how I’m missing you.
It’s tragic that we had to let you go,
but it was something that we had to do.
Someone else will love you, and this I know
because you have such sweet and loving ways.
When I first saw you, I was captured by
your beautiful brown eyes. You used to gaze
at me with those cute eyes. It makes me sigh
recalling how you used to lick my face.
Those doggy kisses never bothered me.
Recently I gave you my last embrace.
Your precious face no longer will I see.
May you be fostered soon; you are a pet,
dear Lucy Loo, I never will forget.
The world's ugliest dog contest
has picked a monstrosity.
And it assumes its fiendish place,
as a gross curiosity.
It looks like a Chupacabra,
a vampire alien creature.
One look and people shy away,
beauty is not its best feature.
Guilt-free inter-breeders sponsor
a biological freak show.
And this dog’s crowned the ugliest,
in some sordid doggy sideshow.
On the outside, it's hideous,
resembling a weird out monster.
And yet, inside, it's still a dog,
wagging its tail when it greets you.
Forget its repugnant looks,
it only wants to lick your hand.
And from that soft spot in your heart,
please, let him know you understand.
(Quatrain)
April 27, 2018
You knew how to coax a smile out of me,
I never had a better friend than you, Willy.
The times I'd ignore you, you'd shy away;
but stuck by me, through thick and thin.
When I got sick, you wouldn't leave me
until you were sure I was okay.
And you were happy to share my happiness,
knowing that you are family.
I let you into my heart, where few have been,
and never regretted it for a moment.
But the time has come for me to say goodbye:
to an exceptional friend.
And I know, if such a thing as a doggy heaven exists,
I believe that you, my friend, are undoubtedly already there.