There was a dog named Hercule
He lived in a cage and was treated cruel
Although he was trained to protect
He became a police academy reject
Now he lives with people he loves
And is pampered and treated with kid gloves
He roams and plays and is well fed
He even sleeps in a big soft bed
To be a house pet he was meant
The vet says “He is magnificent”
He has big yard and friends galore
He’ll never want for anything more
Such a lulvi poem of man's best friend, Nancy for you to come up with this you must love dogs-- such a story that is played out so often-I have a poodle called BeauJangles who is soooo spoild and, stands in front of the fridge and barks for his dinner kind regards
amusing. thanks, keep writing Athena *** words will change the world ***
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful rendition that resonates with literary conviction and artistic brilliance. A lovely poem. Thanks for sharing my friend.