Schnauzer In Wonderland
Down a hole tumbles my dear schnauzer Sean
Chasing White Rabbit, oh no, you’re gone!
Now the kind Chesire Cat
Unrolls a welcome mat
As my friend joins a wonderous egg hunt at dawn
All mimsy are the borogroves, Sean howls out with joy
The guest of honor’s loved by every girl and boy
Eggs aglow, a heavenly hue
Every schnauzer’s dream come true!
I miss you pooch but have a good life and enjoy
Look what I've done to my poor schnauzer Ray
When I yelled, be more like your sister May!
She's better than you are
Chasing not bird, goose or car
Now he just mopes in the corner all day
2/27/23
A playboy and his schnauzer in Ames
think life’s all about fun and games
With his money all spent
he can’t pay the rent
Now it’s his deadbeat dog that he blames
The year I was born, Hitler had gained power
I tried to warn everyone, other countries he would devour
From my crib I yelled
Of the coming hell
But no one would listen to this bouncing wee schnauzer
The year I was born, Hitler had just gained power
I tried to warn everyone, other countries he would devour
From my crib I yelled
Of the coming hell
But no one would listen to this bouncing wee schnauzer
Should i worry for her
if She holds a knife
but with crimson intent?
if She spreads velvet
of thick consistency
unto her loaf of bread,
but pauses with a shaking hand
tightening gripe around the butter
“harmless” silver?
Goodmorning.
i saw her words fall like
deadweight
then hit the ground
denting even marble.
i didn’t flinch one bit
i’ve seen this before.
Her eyes blink but they do not see
Her chest heaves but not for air;
for troubles.
Standing on my hind legs
i tried to converse
But all i let out was a muffled whine
She gives me a reassuring look
then pats my head
Everything is going to be alright.
Should i worry if She leans too far out the window?
Or whenever She sits on the ledge?
Should i worry if the last time
when her smile was empty
She took thirty white cylinders
before going to bed?
The last time this happened
She slept for three days
and never awoke to feed me.
I damn near starved
to Death!
S.M. Alexis
At the risk of being called “rabble-rouser,”
I think poor old Barky Von Schnauzer,
should practice his aim,
his master to maim,
in the back end of his very best trousers!
My hero I would call dear old Barky,
if he could just muster the stealth of a sharky,
and covertly steer,
right straight for the rear,
of that great big old bag of malarkey!
I think I should send Barky a big four leaf clover,
so his bad luck would finally be over,
he could retire his fame,
move away, change his name,
to Bowser maybe Lassie or Rover!
Obviously I have been driven completely insane by that stupid t.v. commercial!
Happy St. Paddy's Day!
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