In an attempt to lighten up my poem site I offer
this doggeral style ditty about my neighbor's dog-
I used to range those farming fields,
It became my daily habit;
And oft when roaming far and wide,
I'd catch a big fat rabbit.
Every possum, skunk and cat I saw
Were always under siege.
I'd chase them til completely pooped
Then sit and scratch my fleas.
But, then my master moved to town,
Oh! What a dreadful change;
Now, I am tethered to a leash,
No longer can I range.
I cannot run, or bark, or jump
But, in neighbor's yard I poop.
My master, though required by law
Does not own a pooper-scoop.
They call me Rover, though I can't,
That causes me much strife.
At last I've learned why one would say
'I'm leading a dog's life'.
Funny one Joseph. It made me laugh. Someone ought to sort out those fleas though!
This pooch may not be able to roam but he sure has a fantastic way with words! I do feel a bit bad for him, I lived in town once, for a while.
I was tempted to give a canine out of 10.....but you deserve full marks.
A poet means to understand and realize the feeling of every creature. This poem is one of the same. Poet has nicely depicted his emotions. Thanks for sharing. A big 10.
Hi, Joseph, this is such a cute poem. I can relate. I moved into town last year, my cat feels quite miffed since he has to stay in the house.
Loved the humor, even the second time around. Read mine - The Cat Is Free - Adeline
I have cats and they've always had the good sense to use somebody else's garden. This almost had me in tears! Very funny poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A doggorn look at a delightful life of your neighbors pooch, humour so funny with fleas and all, great...regards