Della Perry

Gold Star - 4,926 Points (Kingswinford)

Diary Of A Dog - Poem by Della Perry

Woof, woof, keep reading it gets better!
How dare that man keep putting his rubbish through the letterbox.
I tried really hard to bite his fingers but he's too fast. Maybe tomorrow!
Walkies, walkies! Why do the persist in talking to me like I'm a puppy? I'm three years old now, honestly! Wearing the collar and lead, where do they think I'm going to run off too? China.
I'm so sick of eating 'chum', they're eating chicken tonight, but I've got 'original' instead, whoever named it never tasted it, there's nothing original about that slop!
Thursday; or thirst-day!
Water, water, water! Is this all I've got to drink, honestly?
Why couldn't I have been adopted by a posh family, like those Housewives of Beverly Hills?
If I have to fetch that ball one more time I'm going to howl!
They called me a 'Mutt' today, cheek of it, I tell you I am a pedigree! My mother was a pedigree Alsation and my father a pedigree Bull Terrier - it was love at first bite!
They are all laying in bed! Thank goodness I am sick of looking after these lot!

Topic(s) of this poem: dogs, funny

Poet's Notes about The Poem

what my dog probably thinks

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, September 20, 2015

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