Short St Bernard Poems
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Hodgepodge of high-brow, hoity-toity happy hogs
Happened upon a wagonload of St Bernard dogs
In a hocus-pocus way they turned them into logs
You do not fool with a witch’s razorbacks in these bogs.
No one knows
what to do
If I breathe in
my poodle's poo
Can I shake paws
with my cat
If I rub her tummy
Is there a caveat
And God protect me
from the friendly St. Bernard
Who slobbers all over me
I need a bodyguard
In fraught times like this
Where to turn for advice
Seems the truth really is
We're just rolling the dice
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.
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.
A gentle giant, is our handsome St. Bernard dog
He is a rescuer who often appears in the night fog
During World War II he brought supplies to the troops
marching up those steep mountains with nary an oops
St. Bernard named Barry saved a record number of people
Forty to one hundred, shouted a monk from a church steeple
young St Bernard dogs are trained by their older kin
So please stand back, let the rescuing and helping begin.
Yowling and howling, snarling and snapping
Came in through a window when my husband was napping
It sounded like a sound off, I was sure a cat would be dead.
My own cat bounced in moments later, his fur stand-up red.
What is going on out there? I asked, for now I heard low growls.
The cats were ready to fight, as snappish as Turkish towels.
Fred dove head-first under the bed and stayed until it was over.
Rolling his eyes about it was my St Bernard named Rover.
Grandma Tee had but one teensy tiny request
She wanted a St Bernard puppy, more than the rest
It’s all I ever wanted she said, pooh-poohing her new vest.
“I told you, “stated her daughter-in-law to her son, Chest.
Chester knew his mother’s wish for an oversized puppy well-fed.
But who has to care for it if something happens to her? He said.
I’ve always wanted a St. Bernard myself, his wife replied.
So, they gave a St. Bernard to his mom, and she named it Clyde.
Kitty Katy, bigger than holsteins
Killed a St. Bernard
Pretty Kitty scratched up my blue jeans
Left my legs all scarred.
My big kitty scares the bejabbers
Out of my sorry hide
Such loud thuds of her pitter-patters
The blood-prints of her stride.
What did she kill tonight?
Who did she rend and bite?
What did she eat?
What kind of meat?
When must I stand and fight?
Kitty wrestled an anaconda
Then ate just the head
I took off on my cherry Honda
Scared I'd next be dead.
I will never go on a blind date again! Teresa told her best couple friends.
They exchanged looks, but kept their mouths shut.
A yellow Moped drove by.
It was driven by a man.
There was a St. Bernard on the front.
Teresa’s eyes followed the guy, the Moped and the St. Bernard.
The couple high-fived each other.
“Do you know that guy?” Teresa asked her friends.
They nodded. “He lives next door to us.”
“That’s the guy you wanted to set me up with?”
More nods.
“What are we waiting for?”