Family Matters

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Family Matters

My son Roy
Is two feet tall
This in a boy
Is rather small.

Daughter Pearl
Has great big ears
Which in a girl
Results in tears.

My dog Boo
Thinks he's a cat
He hides his poo
Well, fancy that.

A Canine Bargain

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A Canine Bargain

A bargain, for less than a dollar
On eBay she purchased a collar
With a homing device
Which her dog thought was nice
Wherever she went it would 'foller'.

Awkward Dog

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Awkward dog

A dog went for a walk on her lead
She detested being led
Characteristics of her breed
Or simply the way she'd been bred?

Naughty puppy

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Naughty puppy

She called the dog Explorer
Which, it took onboard with gratitude
But changed it to Fedora
Because of the attitude.

Be more dog!

Dauphy: I’ve written a poem.

Hobbo: That’s good Dauphy, can I have a look?

Dauphy: Sure. (Gives it to Hobbo, who reads it).

Hobbo: This is pretty good. Shall we put it on the blog?

Dauphy: Yes please, but you’ll have to type it.

Hobbo: Why?

Dauphy: Don’t be silly. Everyone knows that dogs can’t type…

Be more dog!

I don't ever fret about you
And there's no way I'd pick up your poo
If I'm tired, then I drift off to sleep
I have no need to work for my keep.

You feed me my meals twice a day
When it's sunny, we go out to play
I know you think this part's a pain
But, I love our long walks in the rain.

I get muddy and dirty as hell
And I don't really care if I smell
I love you with all my dog heart
When you fuss other dogs, do I start?

I'm the spit of a dog who just chills
Bit like you, when you've taken your pills
So relax man, this world ain't so crappy
Be less man, be more dog, and be happy.

Hobbo: Thanks Dauphy!

Dauphy: You’re welcome. Will you teach me to type sometime?

Our Pet

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Our Pet
lone, wild
hunting, preying, killing
woodsman, trapper,breeder, trainer
captures, selects, domesticates
faithful, loyal


Dauphin, my black dog
An animal who's very wise
Twelve years old, the saddest eyes
Unspoken canine dialogue.
In puppy-hood, we'd often jog
With mate, long dead, 'neath sunny skies
Or river swim, three great allies
Then rest beside the old marsh bog.
They say that wisdom comes with age
We mellow as we yet grow old
And folly is a thing of youth.
What can he teach, this canine sage?
I dread the thought of him grown cold
Am I too late to learn his truth?

A favourite nature poem is this sonnet to my black Labrador Dauphin (Dauphy) who died earlier this year, shortly after this was written. It is one of only a small number of serious poems I ‘ve written.



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It was love at first sight
But not with a feller
She squealed with delight
When she caught sight of Bella.

Puppy dog eyes
And waggly tail
Appeal maximised
These things never fail.

The Zoo

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The Zoo

"Zookeeper," he said
"I fear this won't do
You've only one dog
And that's a shih tzu."

"That cannot be true
You're comments are crass
You see, I've got you
...A pain in the ass.

So sad

I lost my best friend Dauphy today. I’m so upset. There will be no more poems for a while. There may be no more poems ever. I’m thinking of closing this site down. In the meantime, let me share with you some photos of a truly lovable dog.


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