Well give it a try anyway! :)

pk

There once was a man named dgrimm

who walked every day to stay slim

He slipped on the ice

and fell down twice

so he wished he had gone to the gym

RH

To Flush, My Dog

by Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Yet, my pretty sportive friend,
Little is't to such an end
That I praise thy rareness!
Other dogs may be thy peers
Haply in these drooping ears,
And this glossy fairness.

But of thee it shall be said,
This dog watched beside a bed
Day and night unweary—
Watched within a curtained room,
Where no sunbeam brake the gloom
Round the sick and dreary.

Roses, gathered for a vase,
In that chamber died apace,
Beam and breeze resigning.
This dog only, waited on,
Knowing that when light is gone
Love remains for shining.

Other dogs in thymy dew
Tracked the hares, and followed through
Sunny moor or meadow.
This dog only, crept and crept
Next a languid cheek that slept,
Sharing in the shadow.

Other dogs of loyal cheer
Bounded at the whistle clear,
Up the woodside hieing.
This dog only, watched in reach
Of a faintly uttered speech,
Or a louder sighing.

And if one or two quick tears
Dropped upon his glossy ears,
Or a sigh came double—
Up he sprang in eager haste,
Fawning, fondling, breathing fast,
In a tender trouble.

And this dog was satisfied
If a pale thin hand would glide
Down his dewlaps sloping—
Which he pushed his nose within,
After—platforming his chin
On the palm left open.

A BOY AND A DOG

by Marty Hale.

I want my boy to have a dog,
Or maybe two or three...
He'll learn from them much easier
Than he would learn from me.

A dog will show him how to love
And bear no grudge or hate;
I'm not so good at that myself
But dogs will do it straight.

I want my boy to have a dog
To be his pal and friend,
So he may learn that friendship
Is faithful to the end.

There never yet has been a dog
Who learned to double-cross,
Nor catered to you when you won
Then dropped you when you lost.

RICHARD

WELL thank you for that poem

it did give me a smile

hahahaha hehehehe hohohohoho

dgrimm60

THE ALBATROSS

The Albatross above the Adriatic Sea
Aviates from Alcatraz, the penitentiary,
To the abalone archives of the Aborigine
And the artificial Palace of the late Antigone.

Angelina Addison, whose inability
To agitate the Aberdeen and join the Argosy,
Will aggravate assassins to defy authority,
As the Armadillo ambles on in ambiguity.

The a cappella chorus drinks Amontillado Tea,
The ambrosia of the ancients, with no apology
To the average agnostic who thinks, in agony,
Of the alternate apocalyptic non-anomaly.

Ali Baba authorized the Afghan amputee
To apprehend the algebraic sum of apathy,
While the Amazon alleges, "It's just as well to be
The Albatross above the Adriatic Sea."

Nice one Richard!

pk

HOW DO WE LIVE OUR DASH—

I read of a man who stood to speak
At a funeral of a friend
He referred to the dates on her tombstone
From the beginning—to the end
He noted that first came her date of birth
And spoke the following date with tears
But he said what mattered most of all
Was the dash between those years
For the dash represents all the time
That she spent alive on earth
And now only those who love her
Know what that little line is worth
For it matters not, how much we own
The cars, the house, the cash
What matters is how we live and love
And how we spend the dash
So think about this long and hard
Are there things you’d like to change?
For you never know how much time is left
That can still be rearranged
If we could just slow down enough
To consider what’s true and real
And always try to understand
The way other people feel
And be less quick to anger
And show appreciation more
And love the people in our lives
Like we’ve never loved before
If we treat each other with respect
And more often wear a smile
Remembering that this special dash
Might only last a little while
So, when your eulogy’s being read
With your life’s actions to rehash
Would you be proud of the things they say
About how you spent your dash

Author--unknown

Good one, Richard.

Dash to the finish (or is that polish?)

It's talking about the dash between the date you were born, and the date that you died. Like on your tombstone. Come on karl, you're worrying me.