Sausage Dog

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Old Mother Hubbard’s fridge
Must look an awful lot like mine,
It seemed a little empty
When the hour came to dine.

I had a fair old rummage
But the only thing I found
Were theatrical sausages
A full, unopened pound.

I’m not a sausage eater
As a general rule you see,
They’ve sat in there a week or so
With not a thought from me…

I’d wondered why the small dog
Hung around the kitchen door…
She’d had one pound of sausages
And had her eye on more…

We’d bought them for a photo shoot,
She’d eaten one long string…
I’d stuffed the other out of sight…
Forgot about the thing.

The small dog, sat there hopefully,
With ‘starving artist’ look…
Well, as I didn’t fancy them,
I’d bung them in to cook.

The small dog’s eyes grew rounder
And I’m sure that was a grin…
And fairly certain that was slobber
Dripping from her chin…

But then disaster struck
The small dog eyed me with reproach,
As if to say, “If you don’t want the things
Then let me poach…”

The use-by date had long gone by
I had no choice and threw ‘em.
The small dog looked disgusted
Fair convinced that she could chew ‘em.

And that is why, at five-to-when
The village shop would close,
I’m racing through the silent streets
With wings upon my toes.

I made it just in time as well,
And bought the last half pound…
I couldn’t bear to disappoint
My sausage-hungry hound.

Just one thing I forgot, of course,
While dashing for her tea…
I really should have borne in mind
I’d bought nothing for me…

The moral of this furrytail
Is simple, clear and true…
If you succumb to big brown eyes…
Then always shop for two!

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About Sue Vincent

Sue Vincent is a Yorkshire-born writer and one of the Directors of The Silent Eye, a modern Mystery School. She writes alone and with Stuart France, exploring ancient myths, the mysterious landscape of Albion and the inner journey of the soul. Find out more at France and Vincent. She is owned by a small dog who also blogs. Follow her at and on Twitter @SCVincent. Find her books on Goodreads and follow her on Amazon worldwide to find out about new releases and offers. Email:
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37 Responses to Sausage Dog

  1. Five. Three dogs, two people.


  2. tiramit says:

    Wonderful photo at the end, so good to have a companion like Ani…


  3. Ritu says:

    Brilliant verse Sue! Ani is gorgeous!


  4. jenanita01 says:

    Reblogged this on Anita Dawes & Jaye Marie and commented:
    What would we do without the Ani’s of this world?


  5. After reading this great poem, I couldn’t resist posting this, Sue.

    I remember it well.


  6. Annette Rochelle Aben says:

    LOVE! Thank you for this delightful verse. Made my day. ❤


  7. I believe the dog owns YOU, Sue…you are such a wonderful poet!! 🙂


  8. Aww, Ani, you lucked out there! Probably for the best as those ropy old sausages might have made you ill. Fur looks great on dogs, but not on sausages.


  9. Yay…Ani got her sausages!!

    Excellent, Sue!


  10. noelleg44 says:

    Delightful, Sue. Ani’s eyes would drive me to do anything for her – she is such a character!


  11. Eliza Waters says:

    This brought a smile to my face – you are so GOOD at this!


  12. alesiablogs says:

    that dog is the boss!!! haha


  13. macjam47 says:

    You got me to smile with this one, Sue. I’m sure Ani appreciated your dash to the butcher. Love her beautiful brown eyes.


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