"wagg" poems
Those hours of joy in which you raised our spirit
The homage you gave your love to our devoted merit
Bring back my memories of your lovely April prime
Happy your tail wagg'd to thy golden time.
Of your winter days I hope our kindness made them sweet
Your years with us, our family, believe my tears were our treat.
If now upon this day harden minds do still not believe
Perfect ceremony of truths of sadness damn'd death does weave
How, not only once, that worship you gave to us, in your merry way
Jan 3rd, a devout soul, companion'd friend, died in our hearts today.
Dec 30, 2012
Dec 30, 2012 at 1:08 PM UTC
Just the other day my hubby made me a brew,
but it was cold when he brought it through.
It's not very often, don't know how I dare.
As I sent it back to the kitchen in despair!
Then I was laughing as he was quite mad,
but the dog started bouncing as he was glad.
See what he did with my cup of tea,
Is give it to the mutt to fill him with glee.
Beau the dog was then off his head,
Buzzing round the house instead of playing dead.
He usually finds a spot in the sun to lay,
I hoped he'd settle down, Oh I wished & did pray.
But the irony of this tale is that now the dog,
Has a tea addiction, oh please help me god!
As every time I sit down to drink my tea.
He jumps on my lap and tries to drink it with me.
Karen Wyld
Jun 8, 2014
Jun 8, 2014 at 6:19 AM UTC