Your Dog Wendell - Poem by George Hunter
How come you named your new dog Wendell,
What's the story?
Was it because you thought he looked
Somewhat like Wendell Cory?
That's good because it doesn't seem quite fair
To have picked that name right outta the air.
As for Wendell, he says, Sounds like a winner!
Call me anything you want except Late For Dinner.
‘Cause all we dogs like to do is eat and go
And keep you company watching the TV show.
Another thing that dogs like to do
Is laugh watching you picking up our poo.
Covering your hand with that plastic thingy
So you won't get the stuff all over your fingey.
So feed me and pet me and go for a walk
And amuse yourself making silly doggy talk.
At night tuck me into my cozy bed
With a place to rest my snub-nosed head.
And now it's finally come to the time
To come to the end of this stupid rhyme.
(Thank goodness for that)
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