She joined our family sixteen years ago...
When she was just a pup...
We could barely await her arrival...
With the excitement all built up...
She gave us years of pleasure...
Unconditional love to all...
She gave us lots of hugs and kisses...
Would always come whenever we call...
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My name is Boudreaux and I’m a Mardi Gras Chihuahua...
I live in Uptown New Orleans and I have friends all over the world...
They think that I am lucky to live in New Orleans...
Because the king cake is tasty and the Mardi Gras season seems to last forever...
My friends come to visit at the same time every year...
We like to wear costumes and dress up real crazy...
We look so cute and have our pictures taken by people...
We play so hard all day then at night we get very sleepy...
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Three precocious pussies...
Engaged in a séance one stormy night...
Upon hearing some loud angry hisses...
They scampering off in scaredy-cat fright...
Connecting with their many lost lives...
In what became a ouija obsession...
These three precocious little tabbies...
Fell into a demonic possession...
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These are poems about animals and nature...
The Arrival of the Sea Lions
by Michael R. Burch
The sound
of hounds
resounds in the sound.
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My name is Roscoe...
This is my very own poem...
I recently moved to Chestnut Street...
To my very own new home...
I belong to Josie and Henry...
They’ve moved here with me, too...
We’re excited about our new home...
It has two patios, who the heck knew...
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These are poems about animals and nature...
The Arrival of the Sea Lions
by Michael R. Burch
The sound
of hounds
resounds in the sound.
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Cozy, snuggly, curled up tight
People think I'm sleeping, but that is far from being right,
With one eye open, the other tightly shut
I plough the very trade refined by every cat.
Quiet adoration amongst the whispered sighs
For this wonderful creation, nature's wily prize.
And all the while I'm lounging, perched upon my throne
Surveying my domain from this place I call home.
I'm fed and duly watered, patted when I wish,
My life a constant slumber, something I call Bliss,
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Three precocious pussies...
Engaged in a séance one stormy night...
Upon hearing some loud angry hisses...
They scampering off in scaredy-cat fright...
Connecting with their many lost lives...
In what became a ouija obsession...
These three precocious little tabbies...
Fell into a demonic possession...
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Will the sun always shine...
Even on a rainy day...
Will there always be sunlight...
So the kids come out to play...
Will the birds always sing...
So their music fills the air...
Will you always love me...
Will you always care...
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My name is Daniel…
I’m a Cavalier King Charles Spaniel…
My friend’s name is Ray…
He wants to hump me all day…
Ray’s a frisky young pup…
Seems constantly boned up…
While we are indeed good friends…
I’m not sure what he intends…
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