Short Arf Poems

Dogs ruff, arf or bow

    Cats purr or meow
 
       ~ I don't know how...

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Mushy Doggy - A Tanka Poem

Mushy Doggy my
Agreeable and Jolly 
With a funny nose
And warm personalities
I feel happy when it barks, arf!!


4/11/19...

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This past week it was raining cats and dogs,
prayed about it to not get so annoyed,
one car totaled other in infirmary,
husband tomorrow having triple bypass surgery,
Meow, Arf, Splat go land some more in the bog....

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To My Dearest Jolly

She barks like a lion,
She runs like a cheetah.
But she's my dandelion,
She's a little Madonna.

She stares like a tiger,
She cries like a big wolf.
She's far more than fair,
I love her cute little arf.

Love & Trust,
B.B....

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You can’t burn me like a log
Better treat me like a dog
Give me chewies, give me ball
Take me out on a stroll
In the evening, home and dry
You will laugh, and I will cry
I might not be very wise
Take a look into my eyes
Tell me what you see inside
Something that I cannot hide
Tell me what it means to you
I’ll say arf! I love you too. 
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Tabby in winter, with a tuft of snow on your head
You got slammed when they came down on that sled
If you get buried, it may be quite a little while
Before we can save you, St Bernard said with a smile

Then he noticed that there were Bernards on her scarf
How bad could she be? He told his friends with an arf.
Tabby in the snow glared at all of those happy dogs.
They ate up her chocolate kibble like untrained old hogs....

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Tabby in winter, with a tuft of snow on your head
You got slammed when they came down on that sled
If you get buried, it may be quite a little while
Before we can save you, St Bernard said with a smile

Then he noticed that there were Bernards on her scarf
How bad could she be? He told his friends with an arf.
Tabby in the snow glared at all of those happy dogs.
They ate up her chocolate kibble like untrained old hogs....

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Annie’s Sun

Today is yesterday’s tomorrow,
Oh, Annie, if your song would say,
Sun follows and follows and follows,
Ah, but it is only a song today,

This poem took its form in that yesterday,
Different was this day to be, and yet,
One foot barely follows another, 
I long for your happy hair of red.

Yesterday’s hope proved futile,
Though today’s hope will banish sorrow,
And one day Sandy will Arf,
And hope will win joy - tomorrow....

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