In The Dog House (For 2 bulldogs)

We're in the run. We can't come in. Mum's very cross with us,
I really can not see the need to kick up such a fuss.
Mum spent the morning making cakes she'd promised for a show
The mixer working over time, and rushing too and fro,
And then she went outside to put some washing on the line
Because the rain had stopped at last and it was nice and fine.
I blame it all on Emily, she sniffed up with her nose
And came and whispered in my ear "I fancy one of those".
We found by climbing on a chair as best as we were able
And scrambling about a bit, we could just reach the table.
We ate as much as we could grab, and some fell on the floor,
And they got rather squashed and flat, but there were plenty more.
Just then the kitchen door went Bang! and we could hear her voice,
I can't remember all the words but they were very choice!
We tried to say it wasn't us, but we were in disgrace
With crumbs around poor Emily and cream upon my face.
We both got quite a hearty smack, not my idea of fun,
And then she grabbed us by the scruff and threw us in the run.
I know that we deserve our fate for doing such a sin,
But if we put on soulful looks, she's BOUND to let us in!

 
 

The Joy to Be Free (For a Lurcher)

She flies like a bird over meadow and hill
Her feet hardly touching the grass that is still
And her rippling muscles move over her like a dream
A vision, a shadow, a cloud rarely seen
And the light in her eyes is the joy to be free
And returning she lays her long head on your knee.


 

I Like Christmas

I like Christmas with Turkey brown and fat
And seated by a roaring fire all curled up on the mat
We all have tastes of turkey as we toast our many toes
And as I am the special one I get the parsons nose!
I like christmas with the family together
And the parcels to be opened and never mind the weather.
The table groans with goodies that mum had time to make
And as I am the special one I get a piece of cake.
I like Christmas with callers by the dozen
And the lovely smell of spices and mince pies in the oven.
The mistletoe is hanging there, and please remember this,
As I am the special one, I get the biggest KISS!


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