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Amy Travesser Poem
There was a dog that loved to chew,
This love of his he'd always do,
He'd chew up shoes and rugs on the floor,
And then after that he'd chew on the door.
The dog chewed on paper until it was shreds,
He chewed on the blankets that covered the beds,
To chew on something he was always ready,
That is why they called him Shreddy!
Finally one day I brought him a bone,
But he decided to chew on the phone,
I told him no! and slapped his heels,
He started to chew on the car wheels.
This dog that I knew finally learned,
By chewing one day some wood that had burned,
It was red hot and he took a big bite,
Poor little Shreddy was a funny sight!
He went round and round and snarled and whined,
Now something to chew he will not find,
There is no reason to call him Shreddy,
To end this poem I am ready!
Copyright © Amy Travesser | Year Posted 2007
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Amy Travesser Poem
Little Freddie ran confused,
He wished their senses people used,
His former owners dropped him off,
And at him they did laugh and scoff.
Freddie whimpered franticly,
The car driving off he did see,
The people did not really care,
They dropped him off in no where.
He hurried down the dirty street,
Looking for something good to eat,
His hunger raged in his mind,
His owners left him behind.
In despair he found a bush,
The poor dog gave a push,
And squirmed under the thicket,
And sleep he at last met.
The next morning he went mad,
With fury that enters him when sad,
He tore right into the muddy street,
And went right under the horses feet.
The fate of Freddie does seem strange,
But look at a collie who roams the range,
Or a heeler that runs in a wide pasture,
When they have a wonderful master.
Copyright © Amy Travesser | Year Posted 2007
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