Della Perry

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Woody The Terrier-Ist - Poem by Della Perry

His hate is vile
He barks out little spittle of bile
Over clean windows, brand new
Breath so rancid, the steam
The terrier-ist hates that man in red
Running by with news of dread
Black bag flung over his shoulder
Staring at the dog with wide eyes in a scared head
He laughs sometimes, is it any wonder
That the hound wants him dead.
The dog bangs the glass with a paw
Scratches the wooden shelf with a snarl
Lets out a whimper of anger
Resumes his howl once more
It's a good job there is a strong door.
For he would devour that man rushing by,
that white van, that feline, the woman from next door,
The lady with the pram, the screeching youths, the motorbike roar,
He'd kill them all,
If it wasn't for that strong door
Woody the Terrier-ist dog.

Topic(s) of this poem: dog, funny

Comments about Woody The Terrier-Ist by Della Perry

  • Bri Edwards (9/18/2015 9:37:00 PM)

    the ending brought a muffled chuckle to my throat. that IS better than a terrier-ist at my throat!

    the mail carrier, I presume. yes, DO keep the door closed and in good condition! the mail must go through! or is it a newspaper deliveryman?

    when an American dog whimpers, I think it is sadness or pain. me too! or the threat of a chore from my home-boss when I’d rather be on PH.

    in the U.S. I would say “a good thing there is a strong door”. “good job” must be “black country talk”!

    I love the poem and it shall go to MyPoemList, to sit, ignored perhaps for years [until I can no longer compose or type, but I can still read].

    bri :)
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Poem Submitted: Monday, August 31, 2015

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