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Are You a Puppy or Dog? a #humorous #poem #AsGoodAsGold via @PatFurstenberg

Are You a Puppy or Dog?

~A humorous poem  for pet lovers and not only! Read more poetry in my new book As Good As Gold~

A puppy is needy,

He’s cuddly, yet squeaky,

His eyes are beady,

He is small.

He needs his cuddles,

Preferably in bundles

For he loves to snuggle

All night long.

 

A puppy has questions,

Runs away from lessons,

Jumps in all directions,

Yet he always

Looks for mom.

 

A puppy’s intentions

Can always be questioned

Although are the best ones,

Or so he says.

 

A dog has learned his lessons,

And he’s been called a blessing

More than once.

A dog knows that the present

Is the blessing

He’s been looking for

All along.

 

And so I ask you,

Between the two

What came first,

Puppy or dog?

 

For a puppy needs his mommy

And a dog grew up from a puppy

Or when else

Had he learned

That the present is gold?

~~~~~

You might also like to read the poem Bailey the Sea Dog , a haiku for an Airedale Terrier dog or read about Understanding your child’s affinity towards animals.

Enjoy more haiku and feel good, humorous poems about dogs in my new book of poetry and haiku, As Good AS Gold:

As Good As Gold is also available as e-book, paperback and Large Print, a dyslexia friendly edition: Amazon UK, Amazon US 

 

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Waiting for Snow

Waiting for Snow

Waiting for Snow Image courtesy Unsplash
Waiting for Snow
Image courtesy Unsplash

Dad cheerful said: “We’ll have Snow tomorrow!”

So my human pup and I, brave Eskimos,

Early before breakfast went down below

And sat by the window, waiting for snow.

 

It must be someone special, went through my head,

Since we could, this morning, and quite by chance,

Not eat at the table. “Toast! Can I have some more?”

“On one condition: not a crumb on the floor!”

 

I’m looking left, towards the deep, dark woods.

I’m looking right, towards the town with goods.

Where will she come from, Mrs. Snow?

Will she take the bus? Will she arrive by noon?

 

There’s a little bus station right by our house,

It’s busy in the morning, you couldn’t spot a mouse.

Buses stop here often throughout the day.

But Snow doesn’t get off. What’s causing her delay?

 

Maybe she’ll ride a bicycle, red and bright and shiny.

Like the postman does each day, even when it’s rainy.

Maybe she’ll come by yellow taxi, honking any minute.

Like the doctor does; arriving in an instant.

 

But what if Snow will just walk here, like grandpa likes to do.

“Exercise is good for you, I’m never sick with flue!”

He always tells my human pup and winks at her some more.

Grandpa’s old and wrinkled; his exercise advice might work!

 

What if Snow arrives at tea time? Mom always sais to us:

“It’s fashionable to do so, but always come announced!”

Aunts and quite so many Ladies visit once a week.

And tea, cookies and cakes, so yummy, they always like to eat.

 

Who is this Snow? Nobody mentioned her before!

Why is she coming? Did Mom even agreed?

My human pup expects her to play games;

I just want to know: will she throws sticks, twice in a row?

 

Will she tell bedtime stories and like pups like me?

Is she a stern or friendly Lady? I guess I’ll have to wait and see.

Will she share crumbs? And mostly,

Where will she sleep, if feeling lonely?

 

It’s way past lunch, we waited for sooo long.

My human pup is restless, Mom even hums a song.

I’ll tell Snow, when I’ll meet her, whenever that will be,

That being late is a no-no, please Ma’am, excuse me.

 

She didn’t come at all and it’s already time for bed.

Pajamas on, the story read, my human pup still sad.

“She’s here!” shouts Mom, so excited. “Hurry, get dressed!”

Get dressed? Go OUT? Why everyone’s so restless?

 

Is Snow a President?  What do I say, maybe she’s the Queen!

For all I know, from what I’ve seen, she’s a most expected being!

I won’t mention being late, but offer her some tea.

I only hope she brings presents, a little bone for me?

 

by Patricia Furstenberg

This is an edited version of the poem initially written for mypuppyclub.net

 

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