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 M. Roth 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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