Lawrence Hall
https://hellopoetry.com/lawrence-hall/
poeticdrivel.blogspot.com
An Indignant Dachshund
When my little dogs stops
and p**ps and p**s
She expects a little
privacy, please!
Showing posts with label dachshund poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label dachshund poetry. Show all posts
Thursday, June 24, 2021
An Indignant Dachshund - rhyming couplet
Wednesday, June 9, 2021
When Astrid Commands, Her Servant Obeys - rhyming DOGgerel
Lawrence Hall
https://hellopoetry.com/lawrence-hall/
poeticdrivel.blogspot.com
When Astrid Commands, Her Servant Obeys
When a six-pound dachshund
wants your attention
She
will have it (it goes without mention)
Sunday, November 22, 2020
A Busy Dachshund Puppy - poem
Lawrence Hall
https://hellopoetry.com/lawrence-hall/
poeticdrivel.blogspot.com
A Busy Dachshund Puppy
She
leaves you a gift on the kitchen floor
And
another on the living-room rug
And
barfs up half a frog just inside the door
And
barfs again – a poorly-digested bug
She
bites into cranky old Pepper-Cat’s tail
(Something
so twitchy must surely taste good)
And
Pepper-Cat spanks her; oh, what a wail!
(Dear
pup, there’s a difference between could and should)
And
in the evening, while you doze over a book
She
rests upon your heart, and gives you that look
And
her big eyes ask,
Am I your very
good dog?
Oh,
yes
Monday, January 13, 2014
High Noon at the Bird Feeder
Mack Hall, HSG
mhall46184@aol.com
High Noon at the Bird Feeder
A little dog, a streak of dachshund red,
Across the grass speeds to a squirrel’s doom
She wants its blood, she wants its flesh, she wants it dead;
Ripped, shredded, and torn, it will need no tomb.
The fat old squirrel, a fluff of forest grey,
Is unimpressed by doggie dementia;
To Liesl’s grief he leaps and climbs away -
Never underestimate the Order Rodentia!
Liesl’s squirrel clings to a low-hanging limb
And chatters abuse at the angry pup
Who spins and barks and spins and barks at him
Laughing among the leaves, and climbing higher up.
So Liesl snorts and sneers, and marks the ground;
She accepts not defeat, nor lingers in sorrow;
For Liesl and squirrel it’s their daily round;
They’ll go it again, same time tomorrow.
mhall46184@aol.com
High Noon at the Bird Feeder
A little dog, a streak of dachshund red,
Across the grass speeds to a squirrel’s doom
She wants its blood, she wants its flesh, she wants it dead;
Ripped, shredded, and torn, it will need no tomb.
The fat old squirrel, a fluff of forest grey,
Is unimpressed by doggie dementia;
To Liesl’s grief he leaps and climbs away -
Never underestimate the Order Rodentia!
Liesl’s squirrel clings to a low-hanging limb
And chatters abuse at the angry pup
Who spins and barks and spins and barks at him
Laughing among the leaves, and climbing higher up.
So Liesl snorts and sneers, and marks the ground;
She accepts not defeat, nor lingers in sorrow;
For Liesl and squirrel it’s their daily round;
They’ll go it again, same time tomorrow.
Saturday, February 9, 2013
An October Chill
October, 2012
Mack Hall
mhall46184@aol.com
Mack Hall
mhall46184@aol.com
An October Chill
A
merry dachshund yaps and leaps for leaves
Wind-blown
across the still-green summer grass
As
autumn visits briefly, and looks ‘round
To
plan his festive moonlit frosts when next
Diana
dances ‘cross November’s skies.
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