PETS

 

This poem comes from my youthful muse and is probably meant for the young’uns out there.  But there is some seriousness here.  One of the ladies who were instrumental in Streaker’s recovery had to bid farewell to her own Irish Setter this week.  An Irish Setter named Daisy.  Godspeed Daisy and God bless all the pets of the world.


 

PETS

©Robert C Burnham

In the memory of Daisy

 

I knew a cat named

Willie Moon

Who gobbled his tuna

From a wooden spoon

And always slept until

Four in the afternoon

I knew a cat named

Willie Moon


I loved a dog named

Tuggie Sue

She wouldn’t bark but

She ate my shoes

And my bare feet

Would get the chilly blues

But I loved that dog named

Tuggie Sue


I taught a goldfish named

Flipper Finn

That if it was raining

He should come on in

But he still stayed wet

Through thick and thin

I taught a goldfish named

Flipper Finn

 

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My trade and I parted ways... I am now a Geography Major at UNC. And I am still a Christian Cowboy Werewolf Writer, Poet & Photographer.

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