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'.
Giggled all the way through. Have you tried mine - Indebted - Adeline
That was such a laugh, I am so cheered up now, Rover was such a clever dog to write it, perhaps he had a little help from his neighbour who I know is a brilliant poet.
This made me burst out laughing at the first part and then i slipped down in thought at just how much dear rover had lost.....then i giggled again thinking how he visits your garden to deposit little parcels of love..... a wonderful pieve of humour, much required and appreciated.... thanks lots karen
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
Wonderful - a real treat to read.