Tag Archives: doggerel

Manna…

Posted on September 21, 2020 by Sue Vincent

When something fell from heaven, “Well! What’s this?” the small dog said, “If clouds are raining food, now, Could I have a steak instead?” A crow had dropped its breakfast And it landed on the grass, But seeing Ani’s interest … Continue reading →

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The Small Dog Plays Mother…

Posted on August 31, 2020 by Sue Vincent

I’m a creature of habit, I have my routine, I know where she’s going, I know where she’s been, I don’t like her going out late, or at all, I’d rather she stayed home with me to play ball. * … Continue reading →

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The Small Dog’s ‘Recipe’ for Chicken

Posted on August 17, 2020 by Sue Vincent

“There are, you know, limits, O writer,” said I, “To how long I’ll stay here to whimper and sigh. Perhaps it’s the heat that been making me sicken… But now I’m not well, you should feed me on chicken.” * … Continue reading →

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The Small Dog’s Salad Days…

Posted on August 10, 2020 by Sue Vincent

Let us talk about ears, It’s a subject that’s sore, And the two-legs gets cross If I scratch with a paw (Even though, I would say That’s what paws are made for.) * Now, I have floppy ears Which, as … Continue reading →

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The Small Dog’s Downfall

Posted on August 3, 2020 by Sue Vincent

She said I was scruffy and needed a bath, I said she’d be lucky, was having a laugh, ‘Cause my two-legs alone cannot lift me and hold me The best she can do is manhandle and scold me While she … Continue reading →

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The Small Dog and the Hoover-Monster

Posted on July 30, 2020 by Sue Vincent

She says that I am an unfortunate pup, I shed loads of hair that she has to clean up; When it’s summer the finest fur next to my skin Makes its way to the floor so my top coat is … Continue reading →

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The Small Dog’s Complaint…

Posted on July 23, 2020 by Sue Vincent

Dear writer… * I know you’ve only got two legs And elephants have four, But honestly, you sound like one When walking ‘cross the floor. * It’s every night; I go to bed And settle down to sleep, You stumble … Continue reading →

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The Small Dog in the Rain

Posted on July 9, 2020 by Sue Vincent

She says I’m inconsistent ‘Cause I don’t like getting wet In bathtubs or in garden grass That’s been rained on and yet… I’ll jump into a muddy pool Or, in torrential rain, I’ll walk for miles exploring, then Ask to … Continue reading →

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The Small Dog’s moral judgement…

Posted on May 30, 2020 by Sue Vincent

My two-legs came home soggy though it’s pretty hot outside. She must have gotten really wet or else she would have dried. I asked her what had happened to land her in such a state… “A fish!” she said… I … Continue reading →

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The Small Dog and the Housework

Posted on May 13, 2020 by Sue Vincent

My two-legs really worries me When she starts with the cleaning, She climbs on things that wobble when she’s stretching out and leaning. She scrubs and talks of ‘elbow-grease’ And squirts stuff that’s all squeezy That makes things smell all … Continue reading →

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