"ole Dog" :Inspired By Richard Pickett Poetry
Ole dog sniffin' don't know what,
His daddy was a beagle,
His mama was a mutt,
Long ears draggin' on the ground,
Loose skinned forehead
makin him frown,
Tail up and waggin' like a victory flag,
Dog years showin'
In his belly sag.
Old and gray but ain't ready to die,
Got a limp in his walk,
But a sparkle in his eye,
He knows his master will be calllin' him home,
And reward his huntin' with a big ole bone.
He lives for the love of that rough old man,
Adores him for a while
And gently licks his hand.
After a bit, Ole Dog will sprawl
by the fire on the rug,
And dream 'bout huntin''
With "Jackson the Pug".
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