Thursday, May 21, 2009

Ode to Prudence

It's not often that poetry moves me but.....

I love my old dog
But she doesn't half stink
Of slightly weak bladder.
And who would think
that a Golden Retriever 
Could belch like a drunk?
Or fart so bad(ly) 
She'd embarrass a skunk?
With breath that could fell
a 200 hundredweight hog
I don't half love my malodorous dog.

Is there an opening for a new Poet Laureate? Damn, I think the position has just been filled.


sarah said...

it would appear that the chair of poetry at Oxford University is suddenly available, so get in quick!

(Very) Lost in France said...

Yay, I'm going to apply today. What do you think my chances are? No, don't answer that.... VLiF