Long Veterinary Poems
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Kanye On Steroids
Date: Fri, Nov 6 2015 at 9:22 PM
god flow on "Steroids"
Fly like I'm "Elroy"
Want my soul dark an "Void"
Voices in my head you might think I was "Paranoid"
But they want to "Killjoy"
Time to bring out the big "Toys"
Toys R us I'm a big kid that want a big kids "Meal"
Happy meals to my stomach "Filled"
Large Sprite with large "Fries"
With chicken nuggets on the "Side"
Riding with Wendy for a "Joyride"
Trying to build a nest in her bee "Hive"
Need bacon with my burger an i don't eat "Swine"
Smiling at these haters why my teeth "Shine"
Play the same song over an press "Rewind"
Cold summer why the son shine make the sun "Hide"
Jesus pieces on make the devil "Cry"
Crosses swinging make the devil "Sigh"
Looking at my watch just stopped an says its my "Time"
Mirror mirror on the wall says "I"
Guess if I had pride my pride can't let me "Fail"
Trying to bring to life all my "Fairytales"
I bet I got alot of Eyes at Wishing "Wells"
Throwing quarters in flipping heads or "Tails"
They wanna crucify me with Jesus "Nails"
I walk amongst where the demons "Hail"
I'm marching now off the ring of the liberty "Bell"
Universe on my side I engulf the Wisdom "Smell"
Why the stars aligned Shine they "Spells"
I'm too cool cool like a "Refrigerator"
Haters trying to cut off my "Generator"
This just a taste of my "Simulator"
I'm a Gamechanger with the "Gamebreaker"
Creation created to create like his "Creator"
Mind of a visionary an a "Innovator"
Flow "Military" of a "Revolutionary" "Legendary"
They want me like the "Denominator" strapped walking out the "Commissary"
On my way to the "Numerator" starting "January"
April fools to the fool thanks for the "Commentary"
Fighting Freddy they praying "Varies" of hail "Mary's"
All these Jim "Carreys" fighting the Son of "Carrie"
I turn empty fields to "Prairies"
This like Tom an "Jerry" I turn jelly into "Berries"
How can they "Compare" with no "Comparably"
Criticism "Contrary"
It's "Necessary" "Necessarily" to my "Clarity"
To my Charity
I need a "Veterinary" cause I'm sick like "Rabies"
"Scabies"
They "Hate" me they "Sway" off the same "Cadency"
This is how God "Made" Me
>For twenty-one years I was an Inspector in the Royal Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Animals, although it is more easy to say the RSPCA. A love of animals has never left me and of course who am I to deny them a few poems. This one I did forward to my old headquarters. Someone read it and thought it was, 'very good.' Praise indeed.
This is a poem story, about a cat named Thomas.
Thomas was a black cat, a full tom still yet.
As his flipping owner, took him not to a vet.
Thomas was a full tom, he had fights like that.
But his flipping owner, took him not to the vet.
In time he stunk the house out, as his scent he did spray.
As his flipping owner, took him not to the vet.
Always he did wander, fighting other cats galore.
Looking for a female, with whom he hoped to score.
As his flipping owner, took him not to the vet.
Then one day he returned home, tired and battle scarred.
But his flipping owner, took him not to the vet
He was so sick one day, a man in dark did call.
Thomas tried to run away, but was caught in the hall.
As his flipping owner, took him not to the vet.
Thomas was taken away, by someone from the RSPCA.
And that was when, I can say Thomas saw the vet that day.
Thomas was examined, his wounds were dressed you know.
And he lost his manhood, they really had to go.
Thomas got a new home, now he is full of fun.
Does not need to wander, fight, then have to run.
Thomas well that's his name, don't know what it was before.
Now I must go I hear a scratch, it's Thomas at my door.
I have now adopted him, from the RSPCA.
And as he now looks at me, I've one thing left to say.
As I am now his new owner and if he does not look well.
I'll take him to the flipping vets, even if he does meow.
I realize on BBC News there was some confusion about calling a British veterinary surgeon a vet, there being confusion with a veteran from the forces. This is not the case as almost 50 years ago we were calling our veterinary surgeon's vets for short. Incidentally I was actually a veteran myself then, so young. My how time passes. (TmA)<
I will attempt to explain this using the following analogy.
I went For Help to BluePearl Veterinary,
with a feline medical emergency.
BluePearl saw me coming and thought, "That is a hornet nest,
and I'm going to put my ***** in that hornet nest,"
and then faster than you can say, "Get These Hornets Off My *****!"
BluePearl Veterinary,
Forced Me To Kill My Baby.
BluePearl is about to see me at my best and at my meanest.
They have no idea that they just screwed with
an Animal Rights active Activist.
I Never Stop Fighting, I Never Quit,
I Am Going To Be Your Worst PR Nightmare, Count On It,
I AM RELENTLESS BluePearl, RELENTLESS.
You stuck your ***** into the wrong hornet nest.
,.. in other words everybody,
I went to BluePearl for HELP,
AND BLUEPEARL SCREWED ME,
Me and My Baby,
because of their total inflexible, No Payment Plan Policy.
I had the money to pay for her surgery,
but I couldn't get my hands on it for at least 2 weeks.
I offered BluePearl indisputable evidence that I wasn't a deadbeat,
but BluePearl wouldn't even make the slightest effort to work with me.
No Payment Plan Policy, No Payment Plan Policy, is all I received,
from BluePearl's well meaning but very indoctrinated staff and employees.
"It's best that you euthanize your pet, and put her out of her misery,"
BluePearl's staff said to me, with scripted artificial sympathy,
"Her suffering will end, she will crossover peaceful and blissfully.
That will be $500.00+, payable at time of service please.
We here at BluePearl enforce an inflexible No Payment Plan Policy."
I can't explain it any clearer than that everybody,
but I will explain it in more detail at best,
at the following web address,
if anyone wants to give this a further read.
https://www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=1524865417597989&set=a.125028037581741.34366.100002236369308&type=3&hc_location=ufi
>As an ex- B 2 dog trainer, from the Royal Army Veterinary Corps of too many years ago. I cringe when I see dogs dressed up like fashion models. But knowing me, as you do, it did inspire a poem. Have a nice dress free day today, all my canine friends. However as it is the Cruft’s Dog Show this week and they are after internet canine stars, beware. You know I will not be watching, so your street credibility will still be intact. Smarty knows what must be going through your minds. And he will not bol (bol is a doggy expression which means bark out loud. This being the dog equivalent, of lol, which we humans use as the written communication of laugh out loud, on that infernal internet, we all seem to be hooked on.)
Please do not hound me.
By Stanley Russell Harris (TMA)
I'm not a fashion model.
Not a woman or a man.
I feel the best in my own coat.
That's how I feel best, man.
And if you are a woman.
I'll lick you if I can.
You see, they say, ' I'm man's best friend,'
although, they might be wrong.
But dressed up like a fashion model!
I think that's, oh so wrong.
I hope my canine friends don't see me.
Or my street credibility will all be gone.
With that thought inside my head.
I'm off now, back to bed.
So long, 'Woof.'
The above tail, sorry tale, I mean poem, (Dragon pay attention,) was inspired by the Author of Smarty Search and Rescue Dog Books. Available on www.feedaread.com?>aff=6463. Have a nice day everyone. I am still on cloud nine having been declared cancer free, yesterday, yahoo. <
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One morning I asked my children what they'd like to do
They all shouted at once, "Dad take us to the zoo"
We had an early lunch then headed for the freeway
The sun was high in the sky, t'was a beautiful day.
I found an empty parking space that was close to the zoo
And quickly made for the entrance and luckily no queue
We followed the route map and got to see them all
The kids loved the giraffes best because they were so tall.
Going home there was silence and my youngest started to cry
I pulled over into a layby and I asked her why
She said that the monkeys in cages were looking quite sad
And she asked me tearfully if they'd done something bad.
I said that they were good monkeys and they'd done nothing wrong
And had the best of veterinary care and good food all day long
I then drove to a drive through for some takeaway food
Hoping it would take her mind off it and brighten her mood.
Whilst waiting for our order, I thought about what she'd said
And the realisation of her words were whirring round in my head
Surely their captive existence was not meant to be
While we humans lived our lives without worry and free.
They should be in the wild, not caged for all to see
Nor a lonely existence in that tiny menagerie
We never went back, it wouldn't have been right
It took a five year old to point out to me their miserable plight.
Written 13th November 2020.
He comes so faithfully when called,
our veterinary doctor friend,
to our dear family of cows;
upon his help, we do depend.
The birthing of our calves amaze
him more than ever, and it seems
so many of us cows need help
when labor turns into extremes.
The labor process on the farm
demands assistance with some births;
with calves too large or feet come first,
we cannot pass those hefty girths.
With doctor's hands or puller tool,
to help ease out the stuck fast calf,
it's hit or miss it's born alive;
the chances surely cut in half.
How sad it is, with long delays,
some little ones will meet their death;
at last, be pulled out on the hay,
but cannot raise a single breath.
But when it works, oh what a site!
Our mama cows, right there to tend
their little ones who know their moms;
on instant bonding we depend.
Throughout it all, we cows are brave
and seem to somehow bear the pain.
Sometimes we moo, but otherwise,
are stoic, calm, endure the strain.
How blessed we are to have a vet
who helps to ease our calving plight.
No matter what, he's always there
at crack of dawn or through the night.
Sandra M. Haight
~2nd Place~
Contest: Second Chance 2
Sponsor: Eve Roper
Judged: 06/08/2016
~NA~
Contest: Back To The Barnyard
Sponsor: Matt Caliri
Judged: 03/20/2016
Now back to the question of being a cowboy. I think I’ll try another way. I’ll
compare the job I do to his. Doesn’t that sound like a laugh? I cook for the family,
hired hands, branding and shipping and various cattle work too. Billy kept the
cattle and horses fed, wells working, ice chopped and tanks full the year round.
I’d doctor when accidents or illnesses occur. Billy was an obstetrician, and
pediatrician too. Delivering or doctoring he’d see them through. A veterinary for
cattle and horses in all but emergency cases. I keep our house and bunkhouse
clean. Billy keeps pens in the barn and sheds clean and full of dry bedding. He
keeps the horse stalls mucked out and clean. And of course there is always the
shop. Now lets see I do minor repairs around the house and yard. Billy’s job
includes, keeping tractors, haying equipment and feeding equipment in perfect
working condition. And the windmills going ’round all year long. I go for groceries
and supplies I need for meals and laundry too. Billy plants and harvests the
groceries. For example prairie hay, alfalfa hay, oats and cane and feeds
nutritional supplies like cake, salt and minerals. Where do I go from here? I
know! I do the washing! Drat, he is always washing something when he does the
mechanic work.
The Royal Army Veterinary Corps
A horse riding course
By Stanley Russell Harris
The new mad author
& A Poetry Soup honourably mentioned poet.
When I learnt to ride a horse!
First, I fell off of course.
That was while the horse was still.
On the flat not on a hill!
Then the horse began to walk.
So did I, as fell of course.
Quickly I soon did re- mount.
As the instructor, at me did shout!
Then the horse began to trot.
Rise and fall I did not.
Well actually I did rise.
As fell again to my surprise!
Then, at the canter we did go.
Of course I fell again you know.
Bruised my pride and lost my hat.
The instructor was not pleased with that.
Then, finally, at the gallop we did go.
Blimey that speed was not slow.
I beat the horse, but to be fair.
Only because I flew through the air!
I class this as a, ' cowboy,' poem as they ride horses, don't they?
RAVC stands for the Royal Army Veterinary Corps, when I joined the army I had to learn to ride. Although my chosen work was training dogs. After all they are smaller than horses, Less dangerous or or so I thought . And the best thing there was not so far to fall off. lol.
The Fanatical Dog Lover
By Elton Camp
Dog ownership has much to commend
Fido can be a companion and friend
From his master, he will never swerve
Giving love even when it’s not deserved
This isn’t written, canines to condemn
But to rebuke any too devoted to them
Sue is one of those about whom I write
Her several dogs are a shame and a fright
Her husband works to get what they need
She spends far too much buying dog feed
Their veterinary bills are a major expense
It makes her husband wish he were hence
Sue tells him that her dogs are her delight
To begrudge spending on them isn’t right
Plus, she thinks that he shouldn’t care
That the house is rife with dog hair
On their bed, Sue lets the dogs sleep
But poor hubby mustn’t say a peep
And just as she’s done many times before
Sue finds there is room for just one more
For in the classified an ad does say
“To a good home, a dog to give away”
Her husband gives out a disgusted shout
Packs his bags and angrily moves out
Sue says, “To do that there is no excuse.
For one who hates dogs, I have no use.”
Before the poor fellow finally re-wed
He decreed, “No dogs in house or bed!”
Rhino poachers often hunt at night
When the Rhino has poor eye sight.
These prehistoric creatures
Cannot distinguish human features.
But with a well-developed sense of smell
Fortunately they can always tell
When danger or a poacher is close,
Thanks to their sensitive nose.
Every horn that they take back,
And Rhino body that they hack,
Is yet more money in their belt,
To which no sentiment is felt.
Subsistence Poachers who randomly
Kill, fit a less important role,
Their profit cannot compare,
To syndicates with international flair!
These professionals are sourced
From a military career,
Using weapons and tactics that
Inflict unimaginable pain and fear.
Rhinos are darted from the air,
Without hesitation or human care.
Some Rhinos are found still half alive,
And veterinary surgeons rush to help
Them survive,
But could these same people perhaps
Be involved and accept,
These horrific acts, could they in fact,
Be suspect?
Will Rhinos become extinct,
This is a worrying fear,
Statistics do indicate that this scenario,
Is realistically near!
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