There once was a dawg named Beau whose hair did grow and grow until one day his mom had her way and Beau got shaved, like a recruit on his first day and suddenly the wind don’t blow through his fur, oh no and the girls don't coo like they used to do. Now this shaggy dawg is no more his hair has gone the way of the Dodo but don’t you laugh, no don’t you dare ‘cause hair or no hair Beau’s got it all goin’ on with flare and the girls still stare and his admirers still declare You’re a great lookin’ dawg Mr. Beau. So the moral of this tale is easy to regale it’s not the length of the hair or colour of his fur that makes Beau shine and prance all the time it’s the attitude he carries no matter where he dallies ‘cause Beau the Top Dawg who even writes a blog is a poet too! The End.
Hey peeps! It’s me. Poet Boy Beau.
My mom says this is National Poetry Month so I stole on here and wrote a poem all by myself. Pretty cool. yeah?
Anyway, she hasn’t left me alone to go visit those little ones…. yet — something about a mirror hitting her head and giving her a gash and a black eye too.
But that’s okay. What’s a dawg gonna do but love her even when she’s all black and blue.
I know. I’m kind likin’ this poetry gig.
But hey! She’ll be back telling my stories full of all the gory…. details (sorry. it’s the only way I could think of to rhyme with ‘stories’).
So… Happy Easter y’all.
And Happy National Poetry Month too!
Oh ya. And here’s one more lil’ one. You know I couldn’t resist right? ‘Cause Louise is always quotin’ that rhyme thingy from when she was a kid about being a poet ’cause your feet sure show it. They’re long fellows… yeah. well. I don’t got a clue what that means other than it kinda inspired me to write one more….
Beau’s a poet
but his paws don’t show it
’cause he’s no longa
a hairy longfella