It's great to read a poem that lets the sounds and the fun of the words, and
the images they carry, matter more than the sense.
Dogs ain't my favourite subject for poems (a confession I hope I don't
regret) and this time this surreal stick-out-haired, stick-its-nose-in
not-too-loud-growler's an exception!
Chuckling still,
Bob


>From: Sally James <[log in to unmask]>
>Reply-To: The Pennine Poetry Works <[log in to unmask]>
>To: [log in to unmask]
>Subject: A silly poem
>Date: Tue, 30 Apr 2002 21:21:22 +0100
>
>Maisie the dog
>
>I knew a dog called Maisie
>whose tail was rather long
>I thought that dog was crazy
>cos it also sang a song.
>
>I could not understand just why
>the dog sang low and sweet
>until I saw it wore some shoes
>upon it's paws, not feet.
>
>"Does wearing slippers make you sing?"
>I asked the long tailed hound
>"Oh, definitely," the dog declared
>"can't you hear that funny sound."
>
>"The sound of what?" I asked wide eyed
>the dog made a false reply
>"Why the sound of low pitched humming
>that echoes in the sky."
>
>I have never doubt the word of dog
>or even bitch or cur
>For I believe they have sixth sense
>that electrocutes the fur.
>
>I believe so much you see
>it makes my own hair stand on end
>and you had better trust in me
>if you want me for your friend.
>
>For the long tailed Maisie dog
>with the electric sparkling fur
>singing low and sweet with shoes that hum
>floats forever in the air.
>
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