Short Petsdog Poems

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Doggy Doos

There’s dog poo on the carpet mum
There’s dog poo in the hall
There’s dog poo in the doorway mum
There’s dog poo on the wall
I don’t know how it got there
I haven’t got a clue
I only know its smelly
And it's even on my shoe.
© John Fenn  Create an image from this poem.


Toilet Humor

I notice sometimes when I use the bathroom,
my dog decides to come in;
he'll stare at me and take a whiff,
and there he'll pause and surely sit!
He'll go around the toilet and curl up and lay
and all I could think of is his name,
the type dog he is could be the answer,
of why he likes to be in the bathroom.
Gizmo you odd Shiitzu!
Form: Epigram

A Dog Named Bear

A Dog Named Bear

There once was a dog named “Bear”
He liked to run here and there.
When he went for a walk,
To his mistress he talked.  And said,
 “Come!  Chase that frog over there."
“Bear! Back to my side,” Mistress cried.
Dogs that eat frogs often die!”
She walloped his hide.
He walked home by her side.
And spent the rest of the day by a chair.

© Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
    December 23, 2009
dog
Form: Rhyme

Our Dog

His coat is tan and white,
with black on his face,
when ever you walk him,
he keeps up quite a pace.

He's very fussy about his food,
he knows so many words
so be careful what you say,
or he will bark at birds.

Floppy ears has he,
and so very short legs,
but he's our dog and
if you say "Biscuit, he begs.

He's so full of love,
with his head on your lap
there when tired,
he takes a nap.

wrote 6-9-90  about our dog Brandon
dog
Form: Rhyme

The Moth Hound

Of a coon hound,
you have heard,
there's plenty around.

I have found
a very strange dog,
who's nothing but a moth hound.

When ever you see,
he sees a moth near by,
the moth trys to flee,

it isn't any match,
as my dog goes after the moth,
and makes a wonderful catch.

He eats it all the way,
and chews and swallows,
he looks at me, now he wants to play.

wrote 6-14-90 about my dog Brandon who in the summer of 1990 ate hundreds of moths.
dog
Form: Rhyme


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