The poet’s dog

Curled up in a ball
and sleeping as I write
My faithful hound called ‘Obi’
is a lovely sight
He’s really happy snoozing
whilst I find words to say
But now and then looks up at me
to make sure I’m okay
So as a sort of accolade
with a cheer and little clap
I’ll write this poem for him
‘Cos he’s a lovely little chap

©Jemverse

Constant II

Life has its moments
Some happy, some sad
But I have my one constant
Of which I am glad
For no matter what
Life can throw at me
One thing never changes
My constant, the sea

©Jemverse

 

My little dog

My little dog called Obi
is eight months old today
He’s great to have around the place
for both a cuddle and a play
He’s got some Dachshund in him
some Jack Russell there as well
And he’s got some stupid ears
as from the picture you can tell

He’s got the cutest little face
but therein lie many woes
for if you get too close he may
just nip you on the nose
Both a wonderful companion
and another friend I’ve found
So I’m pleased he came to live with us
as he’s great to have around

©Jemverse

Unconditional

I don’t ask for much in life
I settle for the least
A bed to sleep in, warm at night
And now and then a feast

A little exercise most days
In the garden, out the back
Some water there to quench my thirst
And perhaps. sometimes. a snack

Yet in return for these small things
I’ll be a life-long friend
Always there to welcome you
On me you can depend

For I am faithful to the last
Ever by your side
I’ll be a true companion
In whom you can confide

I’m always pleased to see you
Whenever that might be
No matter how you’re feeling
For that’s part of being me

For I am dog you understand
A canine through and through
Unequivocally there to be
A special friend for you

©Jemverse

 

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