Sunday, August 18th is Bad Poetry Day so we are joining Oz the Terrier and Ku of Haiku with Ku's weekend long celebration with some bad poetry by the entire furry and feathery Cascadian Nomads ensemble. Since none of our band of merry bloggers has ever attempted to write any kind of poetry, good or bad, before, I think you are all in for quite a treat! For those of you here for FitDog Friday, hosted by SlimDoggy, Peggy's Pet Place and To Dog With Love, fear not, you are in the right place! Our fit clan couldn't resist typing about exercise even in some really bad poems. So, without further ado, the three canines, two felines and psittacine of the Cascadian Nomads Present, Bad Poetry:
Don't disturb my sleep
I hold it so very dear
I'll sleep anywhere
I'm always up for a walk
But bad poetry let's not
A handsome blue eyed corgi writing a poem
As a few of my admirers gaze on
I write and I wag from the comfort of home
Later I will likely nap out on the lawn.
So dear friends I have to be honest with you
Despite charming blue eyes and debonair smile
Instead of poetry I prefer a chew
Or to be out hiking or running a mile.
Not much longer must I sit at the keyboard
I can get on with my exciting routine
I'll bark out the window, all toys I will hoard
And dig holes while keeping my white fur pristine
But this bad poem without rhyming Brychwyn?
That, my dear friends, would be a terrible sin.
Hello, my name is Huxley
Up-beat and always friendly
Xoloitzcuintli's are sweet
Lassie was too a collie
Everyone is fond of me
You've read my bad poetry
Rain pours down today
On the bed is where I'll stay
Unless there's a dog
What do you mean I must write a poem?
What is a poem?
Does it have to rhyme?
Do I have the time?
Can you throw my ball for me just one more time?
(To the tune of "The Itsy Bitsy Spider," my favorite song)
The big birdy Leo went out so we will shout
Out came my wings and flapp'd all about
Up came my crest and a happy cheer hooray
That's all-the bad poetry I have for you today