She Came From The Wrong Side Of The Track… September 19, 2010

You say you retired. But, no, you were fired!

I warned you, I told you to stop, see?

For you’re in the habit of kissing the rabbit.

You nincompoop, falling for Flopsy!

You’re washed up and finished, a dog in disgrace.

You’re meant to chase rabbits, not nuzzle her face!

No wonder you always came last in the race!

You dunderhead, falling for Flopsy!

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Perhaps if you begged them they’d let you go back.

You simpleton, falling for Flopsy!

She came from, you know, the wrong side of the track,

all snuffly, cutsie and hopsy.

You can’t love the rabbit, she’s no good for you.

There really was only one thing I could do!

So tell me now, did you enjoy your meat stew?

You idiot, falling for Flopsy!

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Paul Hughes 2010

 

Greyfriars Bobby June 13, 2010

Greyfriars Bobby

each night, when alone,

would dig up his master

and chomp on his bones.

But nobody noticed

his manner of dining;

they called him “devoted”

and thought he was pining.

And so, if you happen

to own a Skye Terrier,

demand a strong coffin

when they come to bury ya!

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Paul Hughes 2010

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Well, I’m not sure that this has much hope of getting intro a book which’ll sell to dog lovers. Still, one must follow one’s muse…

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The true story of Greyfriars Bobby can be found here: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Greyfriars_Bobby

A Doggie Dirge June 13, 2010

Your eyes didn’t shine like they used to.

You struggled to stand, legs refused you.

Your tail still wagged

but so weakly, it sagged

and wrung tears from the people who knew you.

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To me you were doggy perfection,

an unfailing well of affection.

I’ll never forget

how you licked at the vet

as she knelt down to give the injection.

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Quite simply the greatest Great Dane,

you’re free now, released from your pain.

I’ll miss you until

I grow old and fall ill

and the angels unite us again.

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Paul Hughes 2010

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Picture from: http://www.stuff.co.nz/world/photos/3189754/White-Christmas

There’s no need for sympathy, dear readers. I’m just writing some poems for an anthology on dogs and puppies. Oh, a “dirge” is a hymn or a song for the dead. I know this is a poem, but hey…

Sea Dog! June 10, 2010

My dog doesn’t come when I call him,

he won’t chase a stick or a ball.

The cat tries to nibble and maul him.

He’s not what I hoped for at all!

I wanted a yorkie to cuddle

but this dog just swims in his dish.

My dad got himself in a muddle

and bought me this stupid dogFISH!

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Paul Hughes 2010

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Picture from: http://www.dogfish.org/

Bull Dog March 10, 2008

 

My British Bull dog doesn’t bark

He greets me with a “moo”

For he learned a second language

At the local petting zoo

 

 

Paul Hughes 2008