I'm a Springer Spaniel called Jess,
And I know how to impress.
A milk bottle in my jaws,
Brings rounds of applause.
Lots of lambs with no mum,
Come to fill their tum,
Forming a queue,
By a doggy sort of ewe.
I keep a firm grip,
As each starts to sip.
They look so sweet,
Clinging to the teat.
Close to my tummy,
Some think I'm mummy.
It's enough of a reward,
To feel so adored.
Now remember to care,
For lambs everywhere.
Please try not to forget,
Or you'll make me upset.
Jess
..........oh this is a sweet write....lambs are cute and adore them we must.....
Well, Jess is quite talented and writes cute poetry. Delightful!
A charming tale well narrated with equal charm. You are the champion of heart-warming tales, Stephen!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Oh, how Jess the spaniel has turned herself into such an adorable mom for a line of lambs! An interesting write Stephen!