A Dog You Could Only Love Poem by alan brown

For the life of me
I couldn't tell
what kind of dog it was.
It had one green eye
and a slanty nose
and legs just like a frogs.

It barked at night
and slept all day
In a basket full of logs.
And when you fed
the strange little thing
It sang a song about hogs

I took it to the vet one day
to get its yearly jab.
But when he showed it the long syringe
It went strait home in a cab.

Now I really love this dog
but I still wonder why.
As it poo pooed
on my clean white shirt.
And piddled in my eye.

Although this dog has many faults
apart from his one and only eye.
I can only love him dearly
While he makes my home a pigsty