Hound Dog,
I’s gots a hound dog commin,
does it make you
feel alright?
Do we humbly put down words?
Or are they plain conceit?
I’s Gots a hound dog commin,
Caint hide mys smell no mo,
Is it humour that makes us write?
Or should we hit delete?
I’s Gots a hound dog commin,
You got a wagging in your tail
Have you had the same success?
Or should we hit delete?
Am I just a poet
A girl with looks and talent?
So I says goes, let em come,
He don’t know nuttin no ways,
Oh Hound dog
growl some
studded collar lines.
I really do agree
That YOU are totally clueless
Come read dees wurds, an tells me,
Is dis a poet dat ya’s smell?
Or should we hit delete?
A 'Cento', or 'Patchwork' poem for Poetry Hound, composed of lines from Janice’s two poems and my one poem about him. Hope he likes it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem