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Poor Billy Joe by Toni Newell

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Billy Joe was very angry
And he had lots to say
About Archer’s poor behaviour
Happened almost every day.
‘You get us into trouble
I always take the blame
Trying to protect you
And taking on the shame.’
‘I’m sorry’ Archer barked
‘It’s just that I’m so young
I need some stimulation
And I need to have some fun’.
‘That’s all very well for you
Do you ever consider me
I constantly look after you
Appreciation I never see.
I think you’re very selfish
If you’re really my best friend
You’ll have to make an effort
Put bad behaviour to an end’.
‘Well I can only try
But there is no guarantee
That I can do what you ask
For my spirit it runs free.
I want to be your best friend
And behave accordingly
I’ll do my very, very best
You just wait and see’.

One week had passed
And all was going fine
Archer had behaved
Which was a good sign.
Billy Joe so happy
He could hardly bark
And Archer, angelic
Didn’t leave his mark.
‘There you see’ barked Archer
‘I told you I would try
I think I have succeeded
Bad behaviour say goodbye’.
Billy Joe was sceptical
But he had to admit
That Archer had improved
He should get some credit.
Now Billy Joe and Archer
Will be friends for life
The young lad now behaving
Not causing any strife.

Poor Billy Joe by Toni Newell

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Poem of the Day

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Dogs

 

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.

Kristin Martin

Poem of the Day

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DOG WALK/TALK

by David Rish

 

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.

  • Submitted in response to Poetry prompt #10

Prompt10

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.