To: Lucky9teen; NicknamedBob
Because NicknamedBob's writing doesn't get near the exposure it deserves...
From The Cave
We stare morosely at the rain,
As we sit in the mouth of the den.
Therell be no game to flush,
No tracks to smell, so then
Its back into the labyrinth,
Where darkened comfort waits,
And soon enough, a meal appears,
On clean and shiny plates.
The animals who live here,
Accommodate our pack,
For we stand guard, protecting them,
Thats how we pay them back.
NicknamedBob . . . . October 26, 2007
34 posted on
02/11/2014 5:00:12 PM PST by
null and void
(<--- unwilling cattle-car passenger on the bullet train to serfdom)
To: null and void; Lucky9teen
"Because NicknamedBob's writing doesn't get near the exposure it deserves..." Heh.
Here's another poem about dogs. I thought former White House dog Barney would have made a good leader ...
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![](http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v683/fairlands/Barney%20and%20Spot/20040720_barneysnowjpg-515h.jpg)
Dark Horse Candidate
Barney has his work cut out, rewriting constantly,
His Spellcheck doesnt function well, (Lets not blame poor Miss B.)
Its this old cast-off computer, that he must try to use,
And someone put a Spiel-check on, to help the writers muse.
But speeches arent his strong suit. Prompt action is his way,
Well see the difference real soon. This dog will have his day!
The rumor has been spreading round, the Veep is soon to go,
The resumé needs polishing, but Barneys in the know.
He hears the scuttlebutt for sure, his ear is to the ground,
And if a tasty bit of news should fall, with Barney its soon found.
The Boss will need some back-up, and who best to supply,
Than Ws best friend in the world? Yay! Barney, hes our guy!
NicknamedBob . . . . . . . . . . . . . . April 4, 2006
39 posted on
02/11/2014 6:07:36 PM PST by
NicknamedBob
(My cleverness often has to be severely constrained in order to fit in a tagl)
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