Rose
At Wed, 5 Dec 2001, Lin wrote:
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>Hi! I just finished a new poem about my dog!
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>So here it is! Hope you like it...
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>Am I a moggy? Or a Rotweiler Doggy?
>By Linda Vermey
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>I’m told that I’m part Rotty and Labrador
>With soft brown eyes you would adore
>I’m told quite often that I’m really big
>And though I can act really thick
>I’ve sworn to protect my precious Mum
>So you see? I’m not that dumb!
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>And when Mummy is sick and in pain
>I’m at her side to keep her sane!
>Me and my cat brother, Tummy
>Are awfully good at looking after our Mummy
>On me Mum can depend
>I’m always ready to defend
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>My nose works well, I can smell danger
>And I love to chase of any stranger
>I guard our home 24 hours a day
>All I ask is love from my parents as pay
>Be it bike, a ghost, or frog
>I’m your regular reliable rubbish dog!
>
>I also love my sister, her name’s Izzy Bee
>She’s a cat—just like me!
>And just like her I’ve got fur,
>I just haven’t been able to master the purr!
>And I’m sure though I look like a Rotweiler doggy
>That deep inside I’m just a moggy!
>
>Sometimes I can be naughty, don’t know why
>But at times it makes my Mummy cry
>When there’s a puddle on the floor, Dad yells at me
>‘Cause I forgot to tell him “I gotta pee!”
>I hate it, I’m so accident prone,
>My tail, I swear, has a life of it’s own
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>I’ve been trying to be extra good
>As well as eating all my food!
>For a treat I like a big bone
>Which I prefer to eat all on my own
>What’s left I’ll bury till it smells real nice
>Then I’ll bring it inside and give Mum a nice surprise
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>But for now I’m in my basket, feeling blue
>I got punished ‘cause I ate Dad’s shoe
>I’d make the excuse that the culprit was my double
>Except I doubt it would get me out of trouble!
>Why do they say I’m a naughty doggy?
>I just explained - I’m a moggy!
-- kcmo ro(se) ICQ #131145100 If you can't learn to do something well, learn to enjoy doing it poorly.