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
Another good write! This poem reminds me of the statement that if you don't like dog fur, please remember that the dog lives here and you don't. Have a good day writing!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great play on words with brilliant rhyming and a very entertaining write!