Ode to a Boxer


From the minute your Boxer arrives
Things will never be the same
He'll take over your life completely
But you'll soon be glad that he came.

As a pup he's inclined to be wilful
Defiant and boisterous at play
When he's chewing his lead whilst out walking You may even rue the day.

But when he reaches 8 or 9
And begins to settle down...!
Oh, by the way did anyone tell you
That Boxers middle name is "Clown".

He'll like to be with you round the house
He's a dog that likes to join in
He'll 'help' you to lay that carpet
With a shuffle, a grunt and a grin!

So if you're thinking of owning a Boxer
I promise you life will never be dull
He'll make you laugh, and he'll make you cry As he lives his life to the full.

Anon



                        Oh Look At Me


                   'Oh look at me' said the Boxer
                     'Oh look at me and sigh'
                 None can compare with my beauty
                     For a Boxer puppy am I.

                   I'm soft and adorably cuddly
                  With eyes full of mischief and joy
                 'We'll have her' they said so excited
                  They looked on me just as a toy.

                   'Oh look at me' said the Boxer
                     'Oh look at me and cry'
                    No longer adorably cuddly
                   No longer with joy in my eye.

                 I cried in the night, so they told me
                 Made puddles on their kitchen floor
                   And though I was only a baby
                 They left me outside the back door.

                  It's cold out here, and I'm lonely
                 They've forgotten to feed me today
                  They've packed up their bags and
                        they've left me
                  To go off on some grand holiday.

                I've been trying to look for my people
                 Though really I cannot think why
                 They've hit me, and kicked me, and
                          starved me
                Still I'm willing to have one more try.

                  But now as I lay at the roadside
                   My heart is so weary and sore
                Won't someone out there simply love
                             me
                   I've nowhere to go any more.

                   'Oh look at me' said the Boxer
                     'Oh look at me and sigh'
                 None can compare with my beauty
                And the joy has come back to my eye.

                 For I've found someone to love me
                    To care about me, to adore
                The ice round my heart it has melted
                And I'm ready to trust you once more.

                   So now all you Boxer breeders
                  Before you sell your next whelp
                Don't just get rid to the highest bidder
                Or, like me, they might just need help.

                            Anon



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