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Angela Byrne Poem
“Who’s the boss ?” I heard her say.
ME, I tell her every day!
I let you know by my stare
when you force me off the chair.
You leave the room to get a drink,
I’ll have that chair again - I think.
You come back in and spoil my fun.
I have to sit on the other one.
“Get off!” You’re on my case again.
Oh well that’s me - no pain - all gain.
I mutter as I leave the couch.
“ I heard that then - you’re such a grouch!”
Well that takes the biscuit if you please,
She’s the one who spoilt my ease.
Talking of which, where’s the tin?
She’ll use it soon to bribe me in
the kitchen then she’ll close the door.
She’s won that battle but not the war.
Cos I’ll now pee upon the floor --Tsk Tsk
Copyright © Angela Byrne | Year Posted 2008
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Angela Byrne Poem
My name is Franz Ferdinand
I’m a Dachshund not a band!
I come in coats 1,2 and 3
2 sizes - standard and mini
My coats are smooth or wire or long
Short on legs, my back’s not strong
but take me to a badger hill,
I’ll dig and dig and won’t stop till
I do the job that must be done
And get those badgers on the run.
Copyright © Angela Byrne | Year Posted 2008
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Angela Byrne Poem
She took me for a walk today
whilst off the lead I met a stray
"how's about you come and play
with me but wait, don't run away".
"I'm not prepared, I'm very scared
I'm living on the streets".
Oh don't do that, we've got a flat
ground floor and very neat.
"That's very kind, I'm going blind
can't see my way at all".
(My luck is in), "you're very thin"
"last meal I can't recall".
No problem there as you can share
my dinner everyday.
"You really would? I really should
be grateful come what may".
Then say no more and to my door
together we will scurry.
Look forward to the day when you
will never need to worry.
"My gratitude cannot exclude
your master and mistress
If not for you and those two too
I'd be in much more distress".
We reached the car, I'd wandered far
away from where we'd parked.
"Where have you been? Oh,he's so lean".
She wasn't all that narked.
My mistress put upon the mutt
her hand and stroked his head.
She may say "no, he'll have to go"
to the pound or worse, instead.
"you poor poor boy now don't be coy
I'll take you home with us.
I'll feed you up, just like a pup.
You'll share a bed with Gus........ that's me that is!
Happy Ending.
Copyright © Angela Byrne | Year Posted 2008
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