A con for the ages

Was walking down the way
When to me great surpray
I came across a wee canine-ish lad

I kissed and reached me hand
When off across the land
I heard a great commotion; I’d been had!

It was a nasty trick!
The wee canine-ish prick
Had brought along his pack of mangy mates!

Surrounded now am I
A barking party by
And though I run they follow through me gates

Inside, I lock the door
But ‘las, ‘twere not before
The pups went round and came in through the back!

So now I’ve fam’ly got—
Though, by my choice, ‘twere not—
If even they are just a rowdy pack.

An open letter to my dog

Frustration piles on empty pittances
Some promise of an easy fix is made
Yet never will you know what silence is
Without knowing to calm when you’re afraid

 You howl and yip, destroying all you can
You pull apart the things we’ve built for you
If only I could know the prior man
Who did neglect you and make you so blue

 I can’t make any promises you’ll hear
Or rather that you’d ever understand
But for a moment lend to me your ear
And know these heart-writ words that I have penned:

 You soon will know that from you I won’t leave
That this time, love is permanent and true
And to my arms you’ll your sweet self so heave
Knowing at once and e’er that I love you.

Ode to furry friends

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All praise to furry friends!
(The real ones, not “furries”)
They purr and my heart mends
They bark and I’m at ease

 Sometimes they poo inside
Or growl when they should not
But I just let it slide
Because they’ve my heart got

 These friends say ‘bye too young
They leave before their time
I think their song’s not sung
They still have lines to rhyme

 But we’ll see them once more
At least that’s what I pray
That they’ll be at the door
When I, too, reach my day.