Basil – A Doggie Poem 4

I saw a video of Jimmy Stewart reciting a poem about his dog on “The Tonight Show Starring Johnny Carson”.  It was very loving and heartfelt, and mostly (but not all) about how great of a dog he’d had.  I wondered what a doggie poem about my dog, Basil, would be like.

So, like any writer, I suppose, I investigated.  I found out that I love this pup, even though much of what I recounted here is ridiculous.

“Basil – A Doggie Poem” is the result.  Enjoy.

 

 

 

Basil – A Doggie Poem

 

His name is Basil, this dog of mine.

He drools like a slug, and he smells like a swine.

He jogs like a bull, and sits like a rabbit,

And before the stick’s thrown, he’ll charge out and nab it

 

He looks like a cross of a bear and a gator,

And will jump for an old dog who won’t play, to bait her.

He’s always on leash, and though he drags us around,

If we let him loose he’d plow clear across town

 

His greeting is like a stout shoulder block,

And on walks, when he crouches, it’s like dragging a rock.

He’s got some disease, so he eats in a chair,

And when he gets riled up, he pukes everywhere.

 

When he shakes his head, drool flies round and round.

We just block our face, as it covers the ground.

We’re hard pressed to find bags to pick up his poop,

Since half the time when he goes, it comes out like soup.

 

I must say, though, there are times when his brawn

Would be quite helpful, like if I ripped up the lawn.

Or if I needed to replace everything on the rug,

He’d gladly let me know by giving it a tug.

 

If he charges you, understand one thing please:

He’ll never bite you, but he might plow through your knees.

Best just keep them bent, if he’s headed your way.

It’ll help you walk tomorrow when he’s having a day.

 

We’ve bought him giant toys, all squeaky and shiny,

But he rips them apart as if they are tiny.

He’ll ignore them at first, but when he learns they make noise

He’ll go for the kill, and forget all other toys.

 

And 5 minutes in, you’ll forget what was there

After he’s had his way with the toy, and is puffing air.

Then he’ll saunter over through the mess that he tore

And give me a look, questioning if I’ve got any more

 

I’ll say “No way, guy, that cost twenty dollars,

And you just ripped it apart like it was one of your collars.

Looks like you’ll just have to wait for a toy made of steel,

Or maybe titanium, so lets go practice heel.”

 

And then he’ll charge out to go meet the neighbors

And chew bits of trash, just bursting with flavors.

But when we lay down in the sun, everything’s fine

And I think “Boy, do I love this big dog of mine!”

 

 

A Doggie Poem

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