Short Saint Bernard Poems

Short Saint Bernard Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Saint Bernard by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Saint Bernard by length and keyword.


The Saint Bernard

Though not in his nature to beg
He would flip for a sip from the keg
Of the rum or the brandy
That dangles so handy
His lips near the tips of the peg
Form: Limerick


Premium Member Juncos

Pretty juncos flutter in my backyard.
One sits on a fencepost, clearly on guard.
They wander through the weeds,
eating insects and seeds,
but fly when they hear my big Saint Bernard!
© Jim Healey  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Limerick

Heat Wave

say your hellos
i'm prespiring
look at those

eyes combined
with your lips
all you have

is just
smile 
and my

frost drips off
as if in a droll
you rescued me

my saint bernard
cheers to a sip of
that which i drink

i'm drunk
Form:

Premium Member Puppy Collies and Their Follies Nursery Rhyme

Small little Halle, Molly, and Dolly full of mischief, puppy collies; climbing over each other in their folly. Snarling and growling, around in the yard, while Reilly the Saint Bernard stands guard. Reilly rolls onto its back, as they come hard climbing all over, nipping and licking volley. 4/9/2021
© Eve Roper  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Christmas Windows - We Be Smart

He mighta fooled the neighbor kids
    when he complain, "Chimney all plugged up!"
Mighta have fooled our Saint Bernard
    when he say. "Nice dawg you have there sonny."
But!    That man with them argyle sox and tennis shoes
    pillow stuffed    beard lop-slide-sided
He aint    NOOO  WAY!    Santa Claus
That fool be our skinny ol dad!
Form:


Dear Friend

Would you still be my friend if I told you I loved you?
That after all these years you were always the one
How watching you smile—is like watching the sun rise
Beautiful like a night-flowering cereus, and arousing like chocolate covered deserts.
That your big brown delicious eyes make me salivate,
Like a Saint Bernard on the hottest day of August.
I might be a man—you might be a man— so what?

My Dog Doppelganger

If I had to say for sayings sake
Just because a friend wanted to know
If I was a dog, what kind would I make?
I don't like the heat so give me some snow

A Saint Bernard rescuing the stranded
seems my kind of a rural life
No big city kitties could I be branded
No yorky cuddled with a house wife

Depth, strong, solid, loyal and helpful
That's what I have in me to be
Though along the way I'll make a snow angel 
Then learn to snowboard and ski!
Form: Rhyme

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