Tag Archives: doggerel

Free day?

Posted on November 7, 2019 by Sue Vincent

I had a whole day to myself! Let’s be clear, I don’t often get one of those through the year When I don’t have appointments and don’t need to drive But can simply sit back and be glad I’m alive. … Continue reading →

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Notes from a Small Dog: Sleeping dogs lie..?

Posted on October 24, 2019 by Sue Vincent

It is tough being under the weather, Especially when you can’t talk, When you don’t fancy playing or dinner And you don’t really fancy a walk. But everyone, four-legs or two-legs, Has days when they don’t feel too bright; You … Continue reading →

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The small dog is not amused…

Posted on October 13, 2019 by Sue Vincent

My two-legs is a meanie And she manages to con me, ‘Cause when I think she’s being nice She visits hell upon me. Just take today, for instance, I’m all snuggled up in bed To wait for her to finish … Continue reading →

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The Small Dog and the Visitor

Posted on October 3, 2019 by Sue Vincent

“Oh, writer, you had better come,” The Small Dog whispered low, “There’s something going on out there, I think you ought to know.” She sounded quite unhappy, “…Be as quiet as a mouse, We’ve got prospective tenants Looking at the … Continue reading →

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The Small Dog changes her coat…

Posted on September 26, 2019 by Sue Vincent

By dawn I have the vacuum out, By tea-time, its revolting, I know the season’s on the change… Because the dog is moulting. She does this to me twice a year, Though neither of us choose it, She sheds her … Continue reading →

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The Small Dog and the rain…

Posted on September 22, 2019 by Sue Vincent

It fell unexpectedly on me and her I’d almost forgot feeling rain in my fur, I haven’t been rained on for so long you see, I don’t think she liked it though, ‘tween you and me… We’d had a quick … Continue reading →

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Hobbits don’t bounce…

Posted on September 19, 2019 by Sue Vincent

He heard me scream, I heard him curse, I lay there thinking, ‘Could be worse’, My dripping son looked pale and white… I guess I must have looked a sight Laid out upon his kitchen floor Beneath the broken cupboard … Continue reading →

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Predator and prey…?

Posted on September 8, 2019 by Sue Vincent

* Once bitten twice shy Prey learns fast from predator Just try it and see… * Though not afraid of spiders I now give them wider berth, Since one of them determined To remove me from this earth. The damned … Continue reading →

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The small dog and the song of ‘hey…er, what the?’

Posted on July 11, 2019 by Sue Vincent

By the door an itchy small dog Waits for access to the garden Needs the cool of morning dewdrops To appease the summer stifle Bounds outside into the silence Long before the birds have woken Spots a space invader soaring … Continue reading →

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Testing times…

Posted on March 8, 2019 by Sue Vincent

“We can take the car out in the morning,” Said my son, “I’ll get up and we’ll go.” Nothing loath, I agreed, we could test it “I am sure there’s somewhere that you know…” I’d be glad of a run … Continue reading →

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