Long Pekingese Poems

The Spaniel

A Spaniel that uses its head 
Can tell when its owner’s unfed 
So instead of a duck
That is down on its luck 
Will deliver a pizza instead
 
The Afghan Hound

The Afghan’s a dog groomer’s...

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Jimmy Joe McSweeney is a long haired, bearded caveman, who lives in West Virginia…in the hills!
Tales abound from those who claim they’ve actually heard him howl…to finding gruesome remnants of his “kills.”

Some are down right...

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Nova Scotia Duck Tolling Retriever (Toller)

To “toll” is to dance like a fox
Luring mallards or teals to the rocks
Where a hunter’s awaiting
What the dog has been baiting
Scaring duckies right out of their jocks

The Old English...

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Is YOUR Dog a 'Biter'?


The gal inside responded..."Just a minute...be right with you"...giving me a little time to practice my routine,
When...as the gal withdrew the door the most ferocious dog that I, in all my...

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Quotes from the 1960 movie, Pollyanna:

Pollyanna: Why don't you come out of the front door like normal people?
Jimmy: They won't let us. I can come out anytime I want with my tree.
Pollyanna: You could also...

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...a true story


Her house was just a shell, a burnt-out ruin...

standing apart, the other houses still intact 
with painted jalousies and window curtains. 
She must have fallen asleep, the cigarette 
still dangling from her arthritic...

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...a true story


Her house was just a shell, a burnt-out ruin...

standing apart, the other houses still intact 
with painted jalousies and window curtains. 
She must have fallen asleep, the cigarette 
still dangling from her arthritic...

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...a true story


Her house was just a shell, a burnt-out ruin...

standing apart, the other houses still intact 
with painted jalousies and window curtains. 
She must have fallen asleep, the cigarette 
still dangling from her arthritic...

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...a true story


Her house was just a shell, a burnt-out ruin...

standing apart, the other houses still intact 
with painted jalousies and window curtains. 
She must have fallen asleep, the cigarette 
still dangling from her arthritic...

Read More

...a true story


Her house was just a shell, a burnt-out ruin...

standing apart, the other houses still intact 
with painted jalousies and window curtains. 
She must have fallen asleep, the cigarette 
still dangling from her arthritic...

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The temperature dropped by six degrees, 
snow now carpets the ground and tall fir trees.
I adore wintry days such as these,
and dash to the shed with my bunch of keys
then ferret around and find my...

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I get on with life as a linguist
 I'm a strong kind of person I like walking the dogs on Sundays
My Kitty charm
I love soul more than heart a strong kind of linguist
 I like...

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It’s the day before New Year’s Eve
And the minute and hour hands 
Clutch and hold on tight,
As the cuckoo clock pings six times.

Airborne towards emptiness,
Fireworks whistle and hiss,
Shattering the silence;
Nothing to hold them back
Except the...

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Recollections of a Pekingese

Remembering she loved me so.
Alone and frightened in that shop,
Hidden like a gerbil, laying low.
While wishing someone kind would stop.

I barked and yapped when she came near.
Because I knew she'd loved me...

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