Poetry Monday

The dog is man's best friend.
He has a tail on on end.
Up in front he has teeth.
And four legs underneath.

They like it best fatre dark.
They not only frighten prowlers away
But also hold the sandman away.

To be let out implores.
You let him out and what then?
He wants back in again.

If you try to give him a bath.
They bury bones in hideaways
And half the time they trot sideways.

And rescue people who are drowning.
They also track mud on beds,
And chew people's clothes to shreds.

They run and run and run.
But in the city this species
Is dragged around on leashes.

D
ogs are upright as a steepleAnd much more loyal than people.
Ogden Nash
1 comments:
Hi Liesel,
Your blog is a triumph. I really enjoyed seeing your collage of Nash's poem and I've linked to you from my blog about Ogden Nash . Cheers!
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