My dog started bringing me presents, a mouse and a live bird,
but then appeared an accident, I found he’d left me a turd.
I went to fetch some kitchen towel, declaring it less than a joke
but just as I went to clear it up the turd let out a croak.
I stumbled back with a cry of shock; was it a frog or a toad?
I opened the door and out it hopped and disappeared up the road.
LOL - great stuff Lynn. In our house it is the cats that bring those gifts - rather a lot of those are frogs, some of which we discover hopping around far from the cat flap, but a couple were only discovered when furniture was moved, life long extinct... Best wishes, Dave
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Wed 18th Jun 2014 20:57
thank heaven for fun that doggies bring eh Lynn?
keep 'em coming girl!x
Thank you very much to you all for your kind comments :-)
Stef and Patricia, good one, funnier than my poem! Ha ha xx
Delightful, fast and funny. I love throw-offs like this; keeps poetry in perspective.
<Deleted User> (6895)
Tue 17th Jun 2014 16:58
#how much is that turd upon your doorstep?
the one that looks like a toad
if that sodding dog brings in another
send him and his case 'darn' the road!#
xx
A great distraction from the Festival of Football. It left me with a big smile and an inner giggle. Nice one Lynn.
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Lynn Dye
Fri 20th Jun 2014 22:34
Thank you for your comments, Solar and Dave.
I should have mentioned that this poem is based on someone else's true story, not my own, but yes, our pets do bring us some fun, and it's often the cats!