AN ODE TO OLIVER


I am a Rottie puppy,
Oliver is my name,
With deeply dented cranium,
It was a man to blame,
 

This evil man, he hit me,
He knew it wasn't right,
My life is now in darkness,
He took away my sight
 

My life is sad and lonely.
No things to see or do,
The scars he left inside of me,
I wish he only knew,
 

The sounds are all around me,
I know not friends from foe,
My head is in a turmoil,
My heart is full of woe,
 

Dearest god please help me,
How cruel can people be,
I pray and grant forgiveness,
To those who injured me,
 

A ray of hope has found me,
It has transformed my life,
A couple came and loved me,
And took me from this strife.
 

My mummys name is Linda,
So kind and good to me,
Everything shes done,and more,
But still I cannot see.
 

Her rottie friends are kindly,
Their hearts are such a size,
They put their votes together,
And handed me a prize.
 

This gift was so upsetting,
It brought my eyes to tears,
The past is now behind me,
The future has no fears.
 

My life is now contented,
Its thanks to Lindas love,
Shes always there to guide me,
My thanks to God above.

Eddie Nicol  1995



 

The Council of Dogs.

 

 

I'll tell you a tale of a time and a place,
A long time ago in a world far away,
When people no longer ruled over the earth
And a council of dogs kept peace day by day.
 

They remembered the days when mankind used to fight
And they swore that this would never happen again.
So the council was made up of dogs from all nations
The chairman elect was a massive Great Dane
 

And the secretary came from the USSR
A Borzoi who stood so tall and so proud.
But the office of treasurer had never been filled
As nothing like money was ever allowed.
 

The language they spoke every dog understood,
They all lived together, no matter what breed
And the odd little tiff was then very soon quelled
By a great British Bulldog, they followed his lead.
 

From Mexico came the little Chihuahua,
From China the Chow Chow, the poodle from France
The German Alsation, the elegant Afghan,
Each nation equal, each dog the same chance.
 

It never did matter just where the dog came from
Whatever the colour, whatever the size.
No hatred and also no discrimination
Always the truth, no such thing as lies.
 

But just then I woke from out of a deep sleep
And realised it had all been a dream.
I wondered if things could ever be as perfect
As how I remembered the way it had been.
 

Then I thought of the way that all mankind was living
The mistrust and the fear each nation did feel
And I hoped that the lesson this strange dream had taught me
Would oneday show man these ideals could be real.
 
 

Peter Robbins.


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