#dachshund - Hello Poetry

A merry dachshund yaps, and leaps for leaves Wind-blown across the still-green summer grass As autumn visits briefly, and looks around To plan his festive moonlit frosts when next Diana dances ‘cross November’s skies.

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Oct 1, 2018

Oct 1, 2018 at 1:52 PM UTC

lawrence-hall

A Cold Front in October (Complete with a Merry Little Dachshund)

A merry dachshund yaps, and leaps for leaves Wind-blown across the still-green summer grass As autumn visits briefly, and looks around To plan his festive moonlit frosts when next Diana dances ‘cross November’s skies.

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"And what rough beast, its hour come round at last, slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?" - W. B. Yeats: The Second Coming Dachshund Bred to burrow after badgers, what's he doing here? Terrorizing the underwear behind my couch. Is he a true hund, or just a pan-fried sausage with a Bluto chest? I wonder what they called him back then, in the Black Forest, when dogs were dogs. Tracker? Hunter? Try: Baron Von Putt-Putt Tootsie Roll. I'm Scot myself. My people once sacked York. No, this isn't York. It's Plano, Texas. Don't think a Dachshund and a Scot can't sack Dallas from here. Until then, we play our little game: What rough ****** slouches toward my underwear?

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Mar 1, 2018

Mar 1, 2018 at 1:23 PM UTC

jack-ritter

Dachshund

"And what rough beast, its hour come round at last, slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?" - W. B. Yeats: The Second Coming Dachshund Bred to burrow after badgers, what's he doing here? Terrorizing the underwear behind my couch. Is he a true hund, or just a pan-fried sausage with a Bluto chest? I wonder what they called him back then, in the Black Forest, when dogs were dogs. Tracker? Hunter? Try: Baron Von Putt-Putt Tootsie Roll. I'm Scot myself. My people once sacked York. No, this isn't York. It's Plano, Texas. Don't think a Dachshund and a Scot can't sack Dallas from here. Until then, we play our little game: What rough ****** slouches toward my underwear?

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For Liesl-the-Wonder-Dachshund, of Happy Memory A merry dachshund yaps, and leaps for leaves Wind-strewn across the still-green summer grass As Autumn visits briefly, and looks around To plan his festive moonlit frosts when soon Diana dances across November’s skies.

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Oct 1, 2017

Oct 1, 2017 at 9:28 AM UTC

lawrence-hall

A Dachshund Among the Leaves

For Liesl-the-Wonder-Dachshund, of Happy Memory A merry dachshund yaps, and leaps for leaves Wind-strewn across the still-green summer grass As Autumn visits briefly, and looks around To plan his festive moonlit frosts when soon Diana dances across November’s skies.

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Little tail wiggling and wabbling about small but not quite no doubt.

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Jul 25, 2017

Jul 25, 2017 at 12:46 AM UTC

janaebello

Wiener dog

Little tail wiggling and wabbling about small but not quite no doubt.

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