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Yenson Sep 2018
Woof.....woof.....woof...woof....woof....wooof

Some Red setters dogs are eating Jewish people
in England
But why, do call them off, they are british people,
The are hard working, Industrious, Entrepreneurs,
Professors, Doctors, Lawyers, Bankers, Entertainers
Scientists, Writers, eminent Surgeons, Artists, these
are nice Britons....stop the dogs, stop the dogs.....

Woof....woof....woof.....woof.....woof...woof woof

Some Red Setters dogs are eating and biting some
Labour MPs all over the country

But why, do call off the dogs, No! we have a list and this list,  highlighted the behaviour of a number of Left MPs, including Jess Phillips for telling Corbyn’s ally Diane Abbott to “*******”, John Woodcock for dismissing the party leader as a “******* disaster” and Tristram Hunt for describing Labour as “in the ****”
and all the other hard working Moderate MPs who dared protest at Anti-Semitic stance or supported the Jews .

Woof.....woof....woof....woof.....woof.....woof...woof

Some Red Setters dogs are devouring some minor
Royal from Africa

But why, do call off the dogs. No that ****** has a big ****, he's
Charismatic, intelligent, wholesome, has good work ethics, polite,
wise, charming, generous, witty and a ****** good lover and to top it all he's Royal. Now that's ******* GREEDY, how much can a
******* man have. NO! he's a goner. He is too perfect, he must be hounded and persecuted to death.

Woof....woof....woof.....woof.....woof.....woof.......woof
Grrr­.....woof.....Grrrrr....woof...wooof...Grrrr....wooof

Congratula­tions People, we have got rid of them all
we now have real democracy, we have a real society now
Get in the dogs ... And all you useless ******* people shut up!
And report to the Labor Camps 7:30a.m. tomorrow
You're Working Class and now you ****** have to work!
Chuka Umunna says Labour has become an institutionally racist organisation as evident from those MPs and members forced out of Labour under Jeremy Corbyn, and he urged the leader to “call off the dogs”.
Oh daddy why do you leave me
woof woof woof
so I tear up the carpets
woof woof woof

Oh daddy I have been a bad boy
woof woof woof
**** my love for you all over the floor
woof ****** woof

Daddy I am so lonely
woof woof woof
my heart is broken, every time you walk out the door
oh ****** woof

Daddy am I not a good boy
hear me whimper when you leave
I love you my sweet lord
woof woof woof

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
By NeonSolaris

© 2013 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)
Star BG  Jan 2018
Woof! Woof!
Star BG Jan 2018
Its the year of the dog.
“Woof! Woof!
Happy New Year.”
The canine echoed.

“Woof! Woof!
my Chinese friends
know my essence.
Awake to its truth.”

“Woof! Woof!
It typifies a year of abundance.
of being faithful to the hearts guidance.

“Woof! Woof!”
let the celebration begin.
I silly poem.
You feel the sweat drip down,
Your tender neck, and all across your crown.
With a little flick of the whip,
That turns your frown upside down.
Curious, in thought but not in action,
For a sensuous kiss, the only reaction.
Woof woof, little dancing man,
You're only one among many a faction.
Straight up serenades, down familiar alleys,
Too mesmerised to notice this entrancing folly.
Crawl through mud and gold alike,
And feel the force of a thousand strong rally.  
Woof woof, you creature of hope,
Have you tasted the threads on this rope?
A silky, sweet aftertaste on your lips lingers,
Fluctuating your heart on this emotional *****.
Those seductive hands around your neck,
A lipstick brace, constructed from pecks.
Tad too tight, you can see the marks,
Get out of this reverie, and go on and check.
Woof woof, oh you puppet dangling from above,
Entangled in this wicked business called love.
Oh yes, it does most definitely exist ,
Haven't you heard of the two white doves?
Bite not the hand that feeds, they say,
Don't they realise that you're the prey?
A flicker of the lashes, and you're all gone,
All to give, with nothing to say.
Woof woof, you helpless soul,
In too deep, for this is your toll.
Forever a doll, a plaything of desire,
But you don't care, you like this role.
David Nelson Apr 2010
What kind of Animal(goes woof,woof)

When we were growing up, I bet all of us had a favorite TV show,
and one of the things these shows for younger kids had I know,
was a song of some sort that would make us laugh and smile,
It was always some silly little ditty, just think back a while,    
you had the Flintstones with their Yabba dabba doo,
Captain Kangaroo and Mr Greenjeans and Mr Clock too,
now I don't know all the shows, or the songs that you sang,
just trying to make you think, make a bell go clang,
my favorite was from the Howdy Doody show,
guess that makes me really old I know,  
they would sing this song about animals, for little tykes, 1st grade,
trying to identify, by the sounds that they made,
like the title of this poem What kind of animal goes, woof woof,
the kids would respond a dog of course, you goof,
and on and on through all of the chickens and ducks,
bet the smile on your face is worth a thousand bucks.

Gomer Lepoet...
willy knight Apr 2010
"See! warp is stretched
For warriors' fall,
Lo! weft in loom

'Tis wet with blood;
Now fight foreboding,
'Neath friends' swift fingers,
Our grey woof waxeth
With war's alarms,
Our warp bloodred,
Our weft corseblue.

"This woof is y-woven
With entrails of men,
This warp is hardweighted
With heads of the slain,
Spears blood-besprinkled
For spindles we use,
Our loom ironbound,
And arrows our reels;
With swords for our shuttles
This war-woof we work;
So weave we, weird sisters,
Our warwinning woof.

"Now Warwinner walketh
To weave in her turn,
Now Swordswinger steppeth,
Now Swiftstroke, now Storm;
When they speed the shuttle
How spearheads shall flash!
Shields crash, and helmgnawer
On harness bite hard!

"Wind we, wind swiftly
Our warwinning woof
Woof erst for king youthful
Foredoomed as his own,
Forth now we will ride,
Then through the ranks rushing
Be busy where friends
Blows blithe give and take.

"Wind we, wind swiftly
Our warwinning woof,
After that let us steadfastly
Stand by the brave king;
Then men shall mark mournful
Their shields red with gore,
How Swordstroke and Spearthrust
Stood stout by the prince.

"Wind we, wind swiftly
Our warwinning woof.
When sword-bearing rovers
To banners rush on,
Mind, maidens, we spare not
One life in the fray!
We corse-choosing sisters
Have charge of the slain.

"Now new-coming nations
That island shall rule,
Who on outlying headlands
Abode ere the fight;
I say that King mighty
To death now is done,
Now low before spearpoint
That Earl bows his head.

"Soon over all Ersemen
Sharp sorrow shall fall,
That woe to those warriors
Shall wane nevermore;
Our woof now is woven.
Now battlefield waste,
O'er land and o'er water
War tidings shall leap.

"Now surely 'tis gruesome
To gaze all around.
When bloodred through heaven
Drives cloudrack o'er head;
Air soon shall be deep hued
With dying men's blood
When this our spaedom
Comes speedy to pass.

"So cheerily chant we
Charms for the young king,
Come maidens lift loudly
His warwinning lay;
Let him who now listens
Learn well with his ears
And gladden brave swordsmen
With bursts of war's song.

"Now mount we our horses,
Now bare we our brands,
Now haste we hard, maidens,
Hence far, far, away."
Njal's Saga
andy fardell  Feb 2012
Our woofer
andy fardell Feb 2012
woof woof woof went the doggy
woof woof woof in me head
woof woof woof went the doggy
sweepy let me sleep i must be dead

bark bark bark hear the woofer
bark bark bark hear the growl
bark bark bark hear the woofer
sweepy stop that racket stop it now

slob slob slob in me lug hole
slob slob slob hear it now
slob slob slob in me lug hole
sweepy what the hell ..I'll let you out

bark bark bark hear the woofer
bark bark bark hear the growl
bark bark bark hear the woofer
sweepy stop that racket stop it now

yap yap yap is it dinner
yap yap yap no not now
yap yap yap is it dinner
sweepy go to sleep its 3 am

bark bark bark hear the woofer
bark bark bark hear the growl
bark bark bark hear the woofer
sweepy stop that racket stop it now
Kaitie  Dec 2012
Dog's Poem
Kaitie Dec 2012
Woof woof, arf.
Food, woof arf arf.
Wuff wooooo wooo

Arf arf,
Outside! Walk!? WRUF
Woof woof arf aaawooo

Woof arf--
Cuddles arf arf...
Arf woof aroof!

Let's go! Woof!
Ruffly translated.
Mateuš Conrad Jun 2017
looking at
                 sparrows
building a nest,
and all their jitters,
insect like,
   crows,
by comparison
   actually want
hands
as opposed to wings,
given their meticulous
strut... pompous *******...
   saying:
          i own this earth.
sparrows?
        insect fusion,
they don't walk,
they hop...
     and they have
this nervous twitch...
kangaroos on wings...
hopping all day long...
and then?
a conversation with
my neighbour's dog...
     woof!
            roof!
                    woof!
         woof!
                   roof!
zoë, what is it?
    woof!
     roof?!
           (it's) woo effing ****
        head!
   roof then?
             no! woof!
where's the wolf?
         i meant you're being
aloof!
    roof?!
         no...
                    woof!
raul the conquistador?
     woof!
                          roof?!
reduce the worth of articulate
wording
    to an onomatopoeia,
   barking alongside a dog,
**** me...
                that's a carousel;
and all around me?
    inhibited people...
     the supposed
             serious "thinkers*...
scared to take to a whistle...
            me?
                         i start barking
alongside my neighbour's
dog's concerto.
wordvango  Feb 2018
Ole McKarl
wordvango Feb 2018
Ole McKarl had a farm
Eieio
And on that farm he had
Missy
Eieio
With a cat cat here
And a cat cat there
Here a cat
There a cat
Everywhere a cat cat
Eieio
Ole McKarl had a farm
Eieio
And on that farm he got Daisy
Eieio
With a woof woof here
And a woof woof there
Here a woof there a woof
Everywhere a
Woof woof
Ole McKarl had a farm
Eieio
And on that farm he
Fell in love
Eieio
With a DiAnne here
And with DiAnne there
Eieio
Old McKarl had a farm
Eieio.
And on that farm all his beloved Eieio.
Were gathered round his feet and arms
eieio.
They gave him love and warmed his heart
Eieio
Ole McKarl had a farm
Eieio
And on this farm he
Gave his heart
Eieio
With a kiss from DiAnne
Here and a kiss kiss
There
Here a kiss there a
Kiss
All the animals
Watching this.
EIEIOOOOOOOOOO!

— The End —