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Funny Poem a Day: Dog Poem by Liz Brownlee

Here’s my favourite dog in the bluebells! And a poem below all about different types of dogs. See how many breeds you can guess! Do you have one of them?

 

Dogs, Dogs, Dogs…

 

There’s huge hairy mountains

with stalactite drool,

that plunge into rivers

and puddles and pools,

 

that shake after bathing

in whirlwinds of fur,

and send all their loose skin

a-whizz and a-whirr,

 

or flollopy-lollops,

the smell connoisseurs,

with excess of ear

a-flap and a-blur,

 

the low-slung torpedoes

with bright, soulful eyes,

full of courage and heart

though half a dog high,

 

the dependable dogs

with table-clear tails,

big snacketites

and loyal without fail,

 

the bundles of feisty

all tumbles and rolls,

all-go dog dynamoes

that disappear down holes,

 

the elegant racers

with elongate faces,

who are mostly asleep

when not having chases,

 

the crosses with charm

and oodles of cutes,

bright as round buttons

in curled or wool suits,

 

the broad faced with jowls

and shoulders of bulk,

the gentle of nature

belied by their hulk,

 

the obedient workers,

intelligence furred,

their unquenchable aim

to round up and herd,

 

all small dogs and big dogs

the smooth, silky, rough

the plain, spots, and brindles

the meek and the tough

 

pet dogs and work dogs

a champ or rescue;

the thing they’ve in common

is they all love you.

 

© Liz Brownlee

 

Write a poem about your dream pet – it doesn’t need to be a real animal, it could be a unicorn, or a phoenix, or another magical creature with amazing abilities. Or it could be he pet you’ve always wanted. What’s the best thing about them, and the worst? How do they feel, look, sound, smell?

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Funny Poem a Day: A Walk in the Park, by Sally Wiltshire

So here is Lola, looking muddy after a walk in the park… actually not as muddy as he has been, she can completely change colour to dark brown! She definitely loves rolling in dirt… so I was thrilled to receive this poem, kindly sent by Sally Wiltshire (thank you, Sally), which is PERFECT – I have often had to attach Lola to a lead when, er, well, read on…!

 

A Walk In The Park

 

Dog’s out walking,

dog is good,

strutting round

the neighbourhood.

Dog’s excited

nears the park;

can’t resist

a cocky bark.

Dog’s impatient

picks up speed,

yanks the human

with the lead.

Dog is running

very fast,

off the bloomin’

lead at last.

Spots some fun,

puts on a spurt,

Dog is rolling

in the dirt.

Dog is stinking

pleased as punch;

the human has

a nasty hunch.

Hmm

Dog has rolled

in something vile

can smell him coming

from a mile

Dog jogs up,

with tail held high;

human gives

a sorry sigh.

Dog is bad

apparently

although, quite why,

Dog fails to see.

Dog is fastened

to the lead,

sees no problem,

sees no need,

no flippin’ reason,

to be cross;

the stinkier,

the better, Boss.

Don’t she know

a stink is gooooood

when strutting

round the neighbourhood?

 

© Sally Wiltshire

 

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