Since today is Australia Day my poem is about Aussie farmers and country men who are never seen without their faithful dogs.
Here is a photo of my dog Fred. Can you guess which dog he is in the poem?
Old Mates
Sam has a rambunctious young terrier,
Who is an obsessive bone-burier,
He buried the cat,
But she boomeranged back,
He’s never seen anything scarier.
. . . .
Big Baz has a bossy blue heeler,
Who trained Baz to fetch and to feed her,
He thinks it so beaut,
In the back of her ute,
He even rolls over to please her.
. . . .
Wayne has a pernickety poodle,
Pink bows tied atop her pert noodle,
On four legs she prances,
On two legs she dances,
For dinner she eats apple strudel.
. . . .
Trev has a gold labrador-oh,
So fat yet he always wants more-oh,
He chewed up Trev’s couch,
Down to splinters – ouch! OUCH!
Then flopped himself through to the floor-oh.
. . . .
Old Pat has a spotty dalmatian,
Who, wanting to change his location,
Squeezed through the gate,
Found a cute little mate,
And had a most pleasant vacation.
. . . .
Young Ron has a daft border collie,
Who thinks herding sheep most unjolly,
He acts like a clown,
Juggles balls up and down,
While rolling along on a trolley.
. . . .
Wayne’s shed’s where they all meet on Fridays,
A beer and a barbie there always,
Makes the tails wag,
As they gobble a snag,
And yarn about life in the old days.
Glenys Eskdale 