Monday, April 15, 2013

Spring is a time for... puppies!

 Continuing our poetry month double features. Enjoy!


The Rhyme of the Patient Dog Owner
with a nod to Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Pee pee, pee pee everywhere
They lift their legs in sync.
Pee pee, pee pee everywhere
And how the place does stink.

So very deep the spot: O Christ!
That ever this should be!
Yes, naughty things do lift their legs
Upon all that they see.

Get out, get out, I scold and rout
The spritzing day and night;
They water, like a pitcher's spout,
As though it were all right.

And they in dreams assured were
Of their bright streams that plagued us so;
Our love so deep we had pardoned them
For all acts inapropos.



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The Puppy
with apologies to William Blake
Puppy! Puppy! Whining quite
Through the hours of the night,
What exhausted mind or eye
Can name thy doubtful pedigree?

In what distant land or isle
Grew the file of thine smile?
Where and when did it transpire,
These the questions I inquire?

And whose action, & whose parts
Produced the sinews of thy heart?
And when thy heart began to beat,
What bred hands? & what bred feet?

What the sire? What the dame,
She whose oven is to blame?
Would a vet bill in my grasp
Offer answers to be clasped?

When thou, pup, wast born with peers
And nursed the bitch through whimpered tears,
Did it take thee long to flee
And then arrive upon my knee?

Puppy! Puppy! Whining quite
Through the hours of the night,
My exhausted mind and eye
Can't name thy doubtful pedigree.

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