John of FYE :
Jessie's my dog
and friend to the meeces
She'd like to catch one
and love it to pieces
Come on, who else writes poems about their animals? No secrets here.
Me:
The Look
Don't you think I'm awf'ully cute?
Give me your Mint Milano.
It must have been some other pup
Who peed on the piano.
FilthyCommie
tasha was a dog
afraid of wee meeces
she spent her days
snacking on feces
Ana:
I did not eat your Simple clog.
It was the other household dog.He does bad things. It is not me.
And on your bed? That's baby pee.My paws are clean. You can't deny.
It must have been the Daddy guy.There is so much that happens here.
It's good to have alibis near.
Erin (on a dog that refused to come home for his neutering appointment):
The dog is Maki
Isolation, Castration
He is so grounded
Craig (on a cat who ate a flip flop):
I'm a happy little boy
Who thinks he's a goat
Your flip-flops were there
So they went down my throat
iamnot's son (7) on the loss of their dog Payson:
The Night Poem
Payson has brown floppy ears.
I love Payson and his gentle paws.
I love Payson.
Priapus:
I'm just a happy little boy
Who thinks he's a randy old goat like Silenus
You bent over to pick up your flip-flops
Sorry.. I couldnt control myself.
I had my way with you... or would have if that ass hadnt been braying to high heaven.. Jeez.What do you expect.? Hera cursed me with this freakin thing and I cant turn it off...
Funny, that last line doesn't scan. Couldn't you find a word to rhyme with Silenus?
The Look
Don't you think I'm awfully cute?
Give me your Mint Milano.
It must have been some other dog
Who peed on the piano.
Posted by: gail | April 03, 2008 at 07:11 PM
tasha was a dog
afraid of wee meeces
she spent her days
snacking on feces
Posted by: FilthyCommie | April 03, 2008 at 07:23 PM
the above is a long overdue eulogy to a beloved coprophagic friend.
Posted by: FilthyCommie | April 03, 2008 at 07:25 PM
Sniff. How nostalgic.
Posted by: gail | April 03, 2008 at 07:25 PM
Remember the time she ate the twenty dollar bill?
Posted by: gail | April 03, 2008 at 07:26 PM
and the coca-cola box,the washcloth,the book,the(insert supposedly inedible object here),ad infintum
Posted by: FilthyCommie | April 03, 2008 at 07:37 PM
I did not eat your Simple clog.
It was the other household dog.
He does bad things. It is not me.
And on your bed? That's baby pee.
My paws are clean. You can't deny.
It must have been the Daddy guy.
There is so much that happens here.
It's good to have alibus near.
Posted by: Ana | April 03, 2008 at 08:56 PM
My roommates and I once wrote a haiku about our other roommate's chihuahua puppy (the day before he got fixed, he ran out of the yard and refused to come back):
The dog is Maki
Isolation, Castration
He is so grounded
Posted by: Erin | April 03, 2008 at 09:02 PM
Requiem for General Tsao's Dog
So I cant roll over..
Cant do any tricks..
I'm nothing but a mongrel
but I deserve better than this...
Before they caught me
I roamed freely
in the alleys and halls
Just sniffing some asses
and licking my balls..
Then the man in white held out food
The oldest trick in the book
"Here Droggy Droggy.." he said...
I drew close for a look..
Now I'm stuck in a Korean BBQ
Bound with a chain
Soon the cook with come back
Then you can call me Bositang...
The End
Posted by: Jake | April 04, 2008 at 10:12 AM
Written by my older son, 7 years old at the time, after out dog Payson died.
The Night Poem
Payson has brown floppy ears.
I love Payson and his gentle paws.
I love Payson.
Posted by: iamnot | April 04, 2008 at 10:51 AM