This is my first dog poem. There will be more

“The Mastiff needs his own sofa,

his joints will ache if he sleeps on the floor,

in town, the Mastiff is kept near the big tall door.

The boxer is trendy and snappy,

Did you ever see a boxer who looked truly happy?

Pugs are small thugs,

they have no snouts, their eyes are big,

they come way out,

Pekes are freaks,

they would fight a cougar,

but are owned by a woman named Lady Luger.

Labs are big and they are boxy,

they will eat a tube of extra strength Epoxy,

Border collies know how to read the Encyclopedia Briitannica,

but they’ll try to herd a dropped bananica.

The dachshund is quite affectionate,

Lie down in bed, he is there,

Walk out the door,

he thinks you wouldn’t dare.

The big brown dog is loud and crafty,

he was abused,

so you can’t be nasty,

Then there’s the Heinz 57,

he’ll meet you in heaven.

German Shepherds can lead the blind,

and can bite delivery men in the behind.

Will your dog get past St. Peter?,

Will he dance and laugh and greet her?

And then there is the venerable mutt,

with a sense of entitlement,

and a poodle’s strut.”

– By Me