MY DOG RUPERT
My dog Rupert¹s cool and slick
And he has a special trick:
When he hears opera, blues and jazz,
My goodness, what a voice he has!
It starts to ripple, soar and glide,
At our applause it soars with pride.
He lifts his nose and shuts his eyes
And sings his heart out to the skies.
He sings to piano, saxophone,
Bagpipes, flute and slide trombone.
The penny whistle and kazoo;
Accordion and harmonica too.
On Saturdays, just down our street
A band plays with a rocking beat.
And my dog Rupert steals the show
When he sings high and he sings low.
He sings the themes to TV shows
The news, cartoons, and all of those.
But Rupert has a secret goal:
To be a star of rock and roll.
When he performs the Rupert Rap
The people whistle, cheer and clap.
I¹m just afraid that he¹s so good
They¹ll sign him up for Hollywood!
I loved the singing Rupert Jaz! Hope you’re back at book group soon – we’ve missed you! Love Virginia
Thx Virginia, love your poems too! Yes, planning to come along to the next book group in July. See you then. Jazxx
Great poem, Jaz! I hope that no-one ever tells Rupert that he’s not really a dog. He sounds like heaps of fun! Nice work.
Love this so much, Jaz ♥
Thanks all for your comments! Rupert was a real dog, who especially liked singing along to the kazoo … A pomeranian cross.