WALKING THE DOG

                              by John Pickersgill

                        My dog can't seem to understand,
                        a five foot lead was only planned
                        to stretch five feet and nothing more,
                        so now my left hand trails the floor.

                        We then departed from conformity
                        to counteract this odd deformity.
                        We both decided that it might,
                        be best to lead me from the right.

                        This story has a happy sequel
                        for now my arms in length are equal.
                        That's not a chimpanzee you see
                        led by a dog - it's me.


  A LESSON FOR FREDDY FROM TEDDY

                                by Shelby M. Forrest
 

                        A little stuffed bear was called Teddy
                        When asked was he ready, then said he,
                        "Like a scout I'm prepared
                        And I never run scared,
                        Yes, indeed, I am ready for Freddy."
                        Now Freddy, the dog, liked to play
                        To and fro he shook Teddy each day
                        But it took but a trace
                        Of mace in the face,
                        For Freddy his distance to stay.
                                                Shelby Forrest



 

  A DOG'S LIFE

                                by John Pickersgill

                        The poodle to the mongrel said,
                        "It seems that you are not well bred,
                        For I perceive that you have fleas
                        And do rude things on posts and trees."

                        The mongrel answered, "I concur
                        That I am just a common cur,
                        I do I know,  have many fleas
                        And cock my leg just where I please."

                        "Now your breeding I agree
                        Is plain for everyone to see.
                        Perhaps indeed you use a loo
                        The way your human owners do."

                        "Yet you look an awful mutt
                        With your hair so strangely cut,
                        Could well be taken for a mop,
                        With that coffuire that you' ve got."

                        "I hate your ribbons and your bows,
                        The polished nails upon your toes.
                        I'm sure that dogs were never meant
                        To reek of powder and of scent,
                        I wouldn't swap a single flea
                        For any of your luxury."
 

                        He cocked his leg agains't the fence,
                        Sniffed and growled in high offence.
                        Barked loudly once to say, "I'm boss"
                        Then scratched his fleas and scampered off.
 



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