a hairy tune
June 19, 2014 at 3:25 pm 18 comments
…
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white whisker,
white whisker,
why are you here?
sitting on the face
of a puppy i hold most dear?
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white whisker,
white whisker,
why are you here?
can’t you see this is my girl
not
a long,
hairy,
gray
beard?
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white whisker,
white whisker,
why are you here?
because you have never stopped by before
in all her earlier years?
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white whisker,
white whisker,
i will say you can stay –
Syd does not seem to mind
if you hang out another day!
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…
only one white whisker has sprouted…
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ps: The above was written to the tune “Matchmaker, Matchmaker” from the musical Fiddler on the Roof. I contemplated singing it, but, well, I do not wish to be responsible for crashing WordPress!
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Entry filed under: an ode, animals, dogs, funny, musings, Personal, Pets, poetry, ponderings, prose, questions, Relationships, song, thoughts, writing. Tags: inspiration, music, nature, observations, photos, Poetry, voices.
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richardankerswrites | June 19, 2014 at 4:35 pm
Looks distinguished 🙂
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words4jp | June 19, 2014 at 8:27 pm
I will tell the young lady this………she may grrrr a little. She prefers to be told she is beautiful, lovely, gorgeous…i will explain that distinguished is all of these things and more;)
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richardankerswrites | June 19, 2014 at 8:54 pm
Yes, you do that LOL
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words4jp | June 19, 2014 at 8:56 pm
She said ‘humph’. Which means okay, fine, thank you, can I have a honey now, oh and some tum tum? It’s all good….
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richardankerswrites | June 19, 2014 at 8:57 pm
Sure is 🙂
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words4jp | June 19, 2014 at 8:56 pm
Not honey – boney…
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richardankerswrites | June 19, 2014 at 8:57 pm
I preferred honey
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words4jp | June 19, 2014 at 8:59 pm
Okee dokee then. The two of you can stick together like glue! Hah – just made a rhyme:)
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richardankerswrites | June 19, 2014 at 9:08 pm
You’re a poet born (nods wisely)
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Genie | June 20, 2014 at 1:50 am
It’s always surprising when our dogs get some white whiskers from showing their age. Dancer doesn’t have any yet and it’s surprising because he’s old enough to have some, I think it’s due to not having him neutered. Or it could be genetics, he comes from a very healthy lineage.
Funny!
I can’t sing either and if I tried I would crash wordpress too!
11.
thehappyhugger | June 20, 2014 at 6:39 am
This is such a lovely poem and the white whisker just adds to Syd’s beauty ❤
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words4jp | June 20, 2014 at 11:49 am
Thanks:)
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marina kanavaki | June 20, 2014 at 10:00 am
Oh, I can relate to such a tune! Why do they have to grow white whiskers!! [or grow white eyebrows 😦 ]
Beautiful beautiful poem! 🙂
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words4jp | June 20, 2014 at 11:46 am
thank you;) it is so funny because it is just ONE! and it really draws your attention. I cannot help but look at it.
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Blog It Or Lose It | June 20, 2014 at 8:18 pm
Poor sweet girl!
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words4jp | June 20, 2014 at 8:37 pm
It is awfully cute;)
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Jonathan Caswell | June 20, 2014 at 11:04 pm
Reblogged this on By the Mighty Mumford and commented:
ONLY ONE WHITE WHISKER ??? I’VE GOT DOZENS!!! I THOUGHT THE METER WAS THAT OF A SONG—GOOD JOB!—SING IT TO SYD.???? 😀
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MichelleMarie | June 21, 2014 at 12:44 am
Awh this is beautiful! My Angel is a black dog and her muzzle is white. I keep saying she is only 5 but she is really 8! OH no! She’s my best friend! I think of that a lot who will walk with me a night? Dumb thought, but now we meander when we walk and look for rabbits! 😀