Poetry Thursday

 

 

My friend who is one spoiled cat gave me the picture below for the Thursday Poetry blog

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They are the three dogs of the house

They fear nothing, not even a mouse

They are beloved by the man and his spouse

They will strike down any offending louse

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They bark away scary thunder

Their noses are always on the ground sniffing trouble down under

They are a protecting wonder

Which no man can bring asunder 

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They were the indomitable three

But Christmas morning while they lay under the tree

Something happened that made them want to flee.

When three little humans showed up on a wilding spree

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They tore past the dogs in a mad quest for toys

And did a lot of damage for preschool boys

Their excitement made them more mischievous than Connor Roy

As they ran around screaming for joy

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 Seeing the boys tearing through the room filled the dogs with fear

And did not think they could persevere 

So they fled out the door in the rear

Where they enjoyed the calmer atmosphere 

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Later in the day they dared to return home

Moving as silently as a sinner in the Church of Rome

While the boys lay in bed their self inflicted cuts covered with 

mercurochrome 

As quiet as the 2010 Lions fans on Thanksgiving in the Silver  Dome.

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The dogs slinked in the living room their ferocity at an impasse

And the two youngest inquired what happened to their oldest brother Bluegrass

He told them that one day a year children lose their minds en masse

And that day was called Christmas