Very Bad Archive
Our Doggie
Robert Hawkins
Carefully,
And throughly bathed.
Brushing her long fur,
To a luxurious pelt.
With only a couple,
Of lunges to excape.
From what she was,
Sure to consider torture.
But now she is so clean,
So fluffy,
One wants to hold, cuddle,
Doggie, just so cute.
But thats the last thing,
Doggie wants after a bath.
We feel good seeing doggie,
Free of burrs, ticks, fleas.
Sorta tugs at your heart,
That she had to endure,
The misery,
And agony,
Only to become clean.
Coupled with the loss,
Of her familiar.
And rather pronounced,
Odor.
We gave doggie,
To slake her dread,
A sweet meat treat.
She promptly snaches,
In a blazing streak,
To her doggie door.
Later doggie,
Comes bouncing back,
Through the doggie door,
Frisky,
Totaly care free,
To beg another treat.
With what seems like,
Leaves, twigs, and stickers,
From everything loose,
Living thing in our yard.
She must have also headed,
Straight for any loose dirt.
Our beloved doggie,
Has returned to us,
As our lovable compost heap.
Robert Hawkins has published 2 more terrible poems since joining on 30/11/99. Read more of Robert's terrible poetry at the anthology. Here are three of Robert's latest works: