Posted on 24th Feb 2021
My son Roy
Is two feet tall
This in a boy
Is rather small.
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.
Posted on 19th Jan 2021
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'.
Posted on 31st Dec 2020
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?
Posted on 30th Dec 2020
Naughty puppy She called the dog Explorer Which, it took onboard with gratitude But changed it to Fedora Because of the attitude.
Posted on 16th Dec 2020
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.
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?
Posted on 10th Nov 2020
Our Pet wolf lone, wild hunting, preying, killing woodsman, trapper,breeder, trainer captures, selects, domesticates faithful, loyal companion.
Posted on 27th Oct 2020
Dauphy 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.
Posted on 16th Oct 2020
Bella 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.
Posted on 22nd Sep 2020
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.
Posted on 15th Sep 2020
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.