When A Staffy Meets A Joey by James Aitchison

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“Hello,” said the puppy,
“exactly who are you?”

“Hmph!” said the joey,
“I’m a kangaroo!”

The puppy said, “I’m only new,
I think I’ll grow quite tall.”

The joey laughed. “Next to me,
you’ll always be quite small!”

Image from James Aitchison

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A PUPPY AT BREAKFAST

 

A wiggle, a wobble

a scramble, a stumble

a nibble, a gnaw and a nip

a puddle of dribble

a bowl full of kibble

a trip and a slide and a slip

a tail that’s a’wagging

a small bottom dragging

a’scrapin’, a’scratchin’ and flinchin’

the tiniest paws

on the slipperiest floors

a pup on the tiles in the kitchen.

Allan Cropper