Terry Donovan Poems
|124.||A Christmas Present||12/18/2006|
|127.||Summer Holiday Sonnet||7/21/2006|
|128.||Who Heals The Healer?||6/3/2004|
|129.||Today I Cried||10/11/2004|
|130.||Sleep Tight, Fair Maid||11/9/2004|
|132.||A Fatal Mistake||11/17/2004|
|135.||Thoughts In A Cubicle||6/4/2004|
|137.||I'M Always Dreaming||9/27/2004|
|138.||Train Of Thought||7/11/2006|
|139.||Lady On A Train||10/11/2004|
|144.||Untouched By Human Hand||4/11/2005|
|145.||The Empty Boxes||8/4/2006|
|147.||Now Go To Sleep, My Little One||7/7/2006|
|150.||Ashes To Ashes||8/28/2006|
|152.||Who But You||6/5/2004|
|153.||Never Trust A Lobster||6/25/2006|
|154.||Take My Hand||10/15/2004|
|157.||Autumn Leaves Its Scar||6/23/2004|
|158.||An Angel Has To Do What An Angel Has To To||5/30/2004|
|159.||Why Dogs Always Smell Each Others' Bums||10/20/2006|
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Why Dogs Always Smell Each Others' Bums
Once upon a time I'm told
When strange things happened in the world of old
An extraordinary meeting took place
Of dogs from all round the global face.
They all met somewhere near the Golan heights
For a conference on doggy rights.
It took place in a massive hall
Cos anything less would be too small.
As they went in, every dog and pup
took off its coat and hung it up
Then when the conference was over
All the dogs (there were loads called Rover)
Piled outside in lengthy queues
And they couldn't sort out whose coat was whose.
In utter ...
Is not too bad at all.
You can chose to work
Or chose to shirk
And you don't have to go to school! '
Everyone is friendly,
You don't get any grief,