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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 Affenpinscher (Affen)
Not sniffle nor snuffle nor wheeze
Not chest in distress if you please
None we have found
Quite capture the sound
Of its name (which is more like a sneeze)
The Afghan Hound
The Afghan’s a dog groomer’s joy
The definitive Lord Fauntleroy
But with all that coiffure
One is never quite sure
If the “she” is a girl or a boy
The Airedale Terrier
Airedale, king of the terriers
Domain without borders or barriers
Stubborn and proud
On alert, never cowed
Justly known for their cute little derriers
The Akita
Hachiko the name that he bore
An Akita of Japanese lore
In sunshine and rain
He would wait for a train
And a man who died seasons before
The Alaskan Malamute
He traveled with Byrd to the Pole
Although Fairbanks was actually their goal
On a very dark night
They turned left and not right
Now their feat is for all to extol
The Basenji
A Basenji may giggle or snark
Chat with pigeons it meets in the park
From the moment it wakes
Oh, the noises it makes!
Just don’t ever expect it to bark
The Basset Hound
Is it sorrow in canine disguise?
Is it pity empathic and wise?
Or is it not either
Nor sympathy neither
But hunger we see in its eyes?
The Beagle
A Beagle is loyal but...dumb
An endearing, affectionate chum
Tireless and lean
A hunting machine
Just don’t ask him to chase and chew gum
The Belgian Malinois (Mal)
When the SEALS did their raid on bin Laden
And caught him just when he was noddin’
‘Twas a Mal wearing goggles
With custom-made toggles
Who helped put an end to fatwa-den
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Amélie Beth Harris -McGeehan
Acknowledgment of birthday gal,
whose invaluable priceless worth
exceeds more'n a bajillion dollars.
First born of Boyce and Harriet
(both long since deceased,
albeit cremated whereby their ashes
- cremains scattered to the four winds)
in Paterson, New Jersey
December first nineteen fifty seven.
A protective big sister
to yours truly
her one and only rolled together
into hypocritical, poetical, and zoological
Homo sapien specimen
younger, middle and older brother,
he/him principally schooled
as scapegoated target courtesy bullies
endearing herself in later years,
especially prior to death of our father,
and readily admitting
how she vicariously suffered
when I, a dogged
latter day Unitarian wordsmith
experienced chronic duress
as an emerging adult,
particularly merciless hateful acrimony
delivered out the mouth
of him, who helped beget me
thirteen plus months
after aforenamed sibling
came into webbed wide world.
Interestingly enough
as recipient of attaboy accolades,
I experienced
a greater emotional covalent bond,
and indeed felt more linkedin
to baby (i.e. bubala) of Harris family
(Shari Todd same maiden name
as above hyphenated surname
via a missus dash
found husband more'n two
and a half score years ago
still blissfully married
to Andy Dunning, whom she met
at Young's Regency roller skating rink)
approximately thirty three months
younger than heretofore
aging long haired pencil necked geek,
one formerly painfully shy lad,
yet ironically now
in winter of my discontent
finds greater harmony,
synchronicity, and zealotry
with (en)titled kinfolk of this poem.
Genes of Ashkenazi forebears
wrought nonpareil woman
invested with endearing, loving,
truss ting emotional bulwark
bridging golden gated span
of sixty five orbitz
around nearest star
ofttimes exuding Pacific deportment
exhibiting genuine care and concern,
for all creatures great and small
ever conscientious to vet
behaviour that would be injurious
toward flora and fauna
applying tender loving care
subsequently unsuspectingly witnessed
by eye of providence
daughter of Mother Nature
donning raiment of quasi holiness
coaxing, harnessing, and questing
to impart fidelity, integrity, and vitality
when transfusing life sustaining force,
especially bestowing maternal
rejuvenation when some stranger
abandoned their pet,
which castaways found forever home
on property at 324 Level Road,
(long since razed for vinyl city),
I harken back many decades ago
when Amelie convinced
zee mama and papa
to provide unfettered nurture
to a mangy, scrawny, and lucky dog
(purportedly heavily abused)
much loved pooch named Socrates,
who strongly resembled
the Basenji, African 'Barkless Dog,'
a compact, sweet-faced
hunter of intelligence and poise
nevertheless, whose barcarolle repertoire
(resplendent with echoes
of traditional folk songs sung
by Venetian gondoliers -
ruffly redolent from Tales of Hoffman)
bestowed, imparted, and voiced
invaluable canine wisdom
despite issuing foul breath
revealing yellowed teeth
our canine buddy
sorely missed upon his demise.
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