Tuesday, October 16, 2007

The Pound: a poem

Ugly Butt-Puppy
in the Pound
Wants his Mother
to Lick Him.

5 comments:

The Lady Mistabel said...

I think that I shall never log
A poem lovely as a dog.
A dog that eyeth every tree
Seeking out a place to wee.
Poems are made by fools like me
But only dogs can rule to pee.

Sir Rover de Bassett, Doggie Laureate.

Diane said...

well, lady mistabel is a pretty good poet, too. but I do like the poignancy of Grendel's.

Sounds like he has experienced pain his his life.

pets to you, Grendel, if you'll have them.

Diane
(Scout is on a walk right now)

Grendel said...

Dear Sir Rover de Bassett,

you have a very long name, but I like your poem very much. You must be very smart. I like to pee, too. Except that they don't like it when I pee on the floor. I do that a lot, even thought they take me out all the time.

Grendel said...

Dear Diane,

I sometimes growl when people pet me.

My mom has tried to train me out of this, but well, sure it still happens sometimes. But I want to take the pets from you.

Ooops I just got 'splained that the poem is from Lady Mistabel. Thank you. I do not have a title. I am a plain old dog, a dog's dog.

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