We had a dachshund who loved digging holes
Seldom seen him without mud on his nose
Must be related to some breed of mole
This dog and I each had our established roll
Digging and filling until the dinner bell tolls
Under the windmill, at the back of our farm
Lives a fussy old groundhog with one broken arm
She lives in a burrow that keeps her quite warm
Bouquets of wildflowers bring her home charm
Our heads we did scratch
Till the answer was hatched
We thought this pair perfectly matched
The groundhog cried her arm was too sore
Adding she could barely dig anymore
Dear Groundhog, If you have but a small space on your floor
We know a dog that's perfect for this chore
It's been forever since we've tripped in a hole
Or walked around the yard doing damage control
Occasionally we see them digging on the hill
'Neath the old windmill amid wild dill
[if you choose to NOT participate, let me know in a PH MESSAGE, and i'll remove the poem] You may not have known that Shakespeare and Theodor Seuss Ted Geisel got there 'starts' in my showcases. bri :)
I SEE the responses you left after my first comment. i usually don't return to a poem and would not have seen them, unless they were also sent as messages. favorite lines: Our heads we did scratch Till the answer was hatched We thought this pair perfectly matched................to MyPoemList. bri ;) the photo reminds me of where i grew up (NYS): i don't see groundhogs/woodchucks in CA.
ok, now i've finished the reading. at first i thought you and doggy had a peculiar way of spending your time; well, at least YOU did. i didn't 'get' that you apparently didn't WANT the holes dug. by the end of the poem it is pretty obvious the hole digging (and filling) was not the favorite part of your day! the rest of the poem is a delight. so many great lines, and i 'love' the rhyming. a lovely solution was found. a win, win, win situation! ! ! (to be continued) ....
stanza one: i had to check this with Google: Both dog and I play our perspective*** rolls Digging and filling until the dinner bell tolls *** Prospective means expected or expecting and is used in the context of something that is likely to happen in the future. It is always an adjective. Perspective is a point of view or an attitude. It is always a noun............and now my 'dinner bell is about to toll. ; ( i'll plan to return! bri ;)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Love this, so cute