Terry Donovan Poems
|123.||A Christmas Present||12/18/2006|
|126.||Summer Holiday Sonnet||7/21/2006|
|127.||Train Of Thought||7/11/2006|
|128.||Lady On A Train||10/11/2004|
|133.||A Fatal Mistake||11/17/2004|
|134.||Today I Cried||10/11/2004|
|135.||A Tiny Seed Of Doubt||10/3/2004|
|136.||Sleep Tight, Fair Maid||11/9/2004|
|139.||Thoughts In A Cubicle||6/4/2004|
|141.||I'M Always Dreaming||9/27/2004|
|143.||Untouched By Human Hand||4/11/2005|
|144.||The Empty Boxes||8/4/2006|
|146.||Now Go To Sleep, My Little One||7/7/2006|
|147.||Who Heals The Healer?||6/3/2004|
|148.||Who But You||6/5/2004|
|151.||Ashes To Ashes||8/28/2006|
|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 ...
They sold haikus at the market,
Two pounds each or three for five,
(They'd been freshly picked that morning
But were barely still alive) .
And little pots of haiku food
With each they gave away
With instructions for beginners,
Two small ladders and a tray.