Long Pug Poems

These Limericks were written by many different PS poets who are all remaining anonymous.  If you would like to add one of your own and remain anonymous send it to my soup mail. Enjoy!

Roses...

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Here we are fans this fine summer day,
to watch Trash Can Cats, versus Downtown Stray.
The field is grand in this deep wooded glen,
pitchers are warming up in the bull pen.

Pitching for the Cats is Crazy...

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Recurrent sneezing fit courtesy freshly mowed grass

circa June 20th, 2022
prompted me to stutter 
self addressed rapid fire gesundheit
nsync with, spluttering
“I don't have any allergies!”

An infinitesimal slight speck tickled 
nostril follicle – activated via an itty...

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You had that future retro look:  two thousand seventeen,
There was a slow and sultry permanence, a little slouchy lean
As you eased out of the taxi before it shot off to the right,
Who could have...

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Mark my word...
Das führer Donald Trump will return with a vengeance

Trump wracked up an impressive 
$122.00 million war chest
accumulating $82.00 million
merely proffering impish grin
between January and June of 2021;
now he sets his sites and will...

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It seems like just the other day
Our pup, Shadrack, did pass away;
And altho’ they never seemed like friends,
My old cat, Jorg, knew Shad had met
   his untimely end.

He mourned his loss every day
And...

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someone wise told me I should write about my great loss, 
maybe it would help me deal with my sweet boy’s death-
truth is I would give any amount of money, pay any cost, 
to take...

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I posted this first poem on one of my first days here at Poetry Soup. It’s about my stinky Pug Mugsy. He is almost fourteen now and for the past two days he has been...

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The glory of America, now heats up 
   with agitation poised to strike on the brink 
sans legislation incites humiliation, 
    which goads desecration fete accompli chink 
  ...

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The glory of America, now heats up 
   with agitation poised to strike on the brink 
sans legislation incites humiliation, 
    which goads desecration as fete accompli chink 
 ...

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Heaven Leigh Kent,
With whom a lot of my time has been spent,
Non of which I even slightly resent,
I assure you, she certainly thinks I am a gent!

When she was two,
The things we use to do,
Was...

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In a closed door speech Saturday April 10th, 2021,
thus far, he accumulated $85 million so far.
*     *     *     *    ...

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I have been through so much death these last few years. The worst was losing my “sweet boys” in a year and a half. My golden retriever Bo and pug Mugsy all crossed the rainbow...

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THIS IS A SHORT STORY WRITTEN 7/2/19
                     The Long Journey

Every day I walk almost a...

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("Pema", 2017, original pen and ink)

The Journey of Souls

Dogs make the ultimate example
Of a conditionable being,
And my deaf-dog buddy
Old Pema the Pug is no exception.

Meanwhile Buddhists of all faiths
Believe reincarnation effects us all
And involves the...

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When you first get your dog there is a wonderful joy, like he is one
of your own children. You go through a get to know each other period
and a Special bond is developed, with you...

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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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Going through some old things that just had to go,
I came upon something that nearly got tossed.
Memories came to me from long ago. . . . 
I thrilled that my treasure was no longer lost.

Toys...

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The glory of America, 
now heats up
with agitation poised 
to strike on the brink
sans legislation incites humiliation,
which goads desecration
 
as fete accompli chink
in armor of Democratic rubric, 
constituting capitalistic
ethic, generic iconoclastic, 
and jingoistic logic,
nor budging...

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An infinitesimal slight speck tickled 
nostril follicle – activated via an itty 
bitty, nitty gritty dirt band noah bigger 
than a mole luck yule set in motion a 
chain reaction, whence mine sensitive 
proboscis honker...

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My three sweet boys passed within one year, 
          a Golden Retriever, white fluffy bunny and a Pug.
When I think of each memory I still wipe...

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I have always been so hopelessly lazy.
            Stoic and aloof, sometimes psychotic. 
I can be gentle yet independently crazy,
     and...

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Oh, I’m nothing but a red polka-dotted pug. 
I’m silly and smug and my name is Mug.
      I need to see the Wiz to remove these dots, 
I don’t care...

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It was an early September storm,
Jackson the Pug, didn't have a thing to do
so he found an old comic book
about a Super Hero who wore a cape,

He climbed up into his favorite easy chair
and began...

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Emotional sequestration perseverates
     across thine time warped
     weft wise wold,
sans interpersonal stagnation

     flourishes as oft twice told
tale a boat amidst derelict hollowed
 ...

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