Some dogs are scary.
You have to be wary.
Some dogs are fat.
They could squash you flat.
Some dogs are tiny
and yappy and whiny.
Some dogs are old
and can’t do what they’re told.
Some dogs are jumpy.
They make me feel grumpy.
Some dogs are fast.
I just watch them run past.
Some dogs are busy
and rush round till they’re dizzy.
But my dog is great.
She’s my very best mate.
When I took Minnie for a walk,
All she wanted to do was talk.
The new butcher’s meat is very tasty,
Especially when wrapped in pastry.
Did you hear that Chris bought a blue hat?
Don’t you think that Paul’s got fat?
Yap, yap, yap, and chat, chat, chat.
This is this, and that is that.
And what was that rat-a-tat-tat?
Please, Minnie, end your constant chatter,
I’m turning as mad as the Mad Hatter.
I’m terribly sorry you feel that way,
Because I have so much I want to say.
I like to talk, that’s what mouths are for,
I wonder, what’s the cricket score?
I wonder if the Moon is made of cheese.
Listen to that cat snort and sneeze.
Talk, talk, talk, talk, talk, talk, talk.
Talk and talk and talk; squawk, squawk.
Sigh.
David says: My poem was ‘inspired’ by my nephew’s whippet, Minnie-the-Fish. She tends to look at humans as if we’re all complete idiots.
Australian Children’s Poetry 