Poem for the New Puppy Owner

When searching the web (yet again) tonight for articles about puppy raising I came across this superb and most appropriate poem.  The author is unknown but how right they are!!

Don't smell crotches, don't eat plants.
Don't steal food or underpants.
Don't eat my socks, don't grab my hair.
Don't rip the stuffing from that chair!
Don't eat those peas! Don't touch that bush!
Don't chew my shoes. What IS that mush?
Eat your cookies. Drink your drink,
Outta the toilet! Outta the sink!
Away from the cat box, it's for the cat!
And MUST you kiss me after that?
Yes, raising a puppy, is not for the lazy!
Though puppies are funny, they're also quite crazy.
But don't despair, though its toil and strife.
After three years, you'll get back your life!
So, let's go for "walkies", you can "do your thing"
And perhaps I'll get back my good diamond ring!

Just Gone Fishin'

Found this lovely poem last week and was so appropriate that we included with Stan's flowers at the funeral.  Many thanks to Gordon Grubb http://www.shroplad.co.uk/poems/just-gone-fishin/

I thought I’d better let you know
The reason I’ve gone missin
I’m where there’s ten pound angel fish
Thats right I’ve just gone fishin.

A man named Peter at some gates
Asked if I’d had permission
My anglers license got me in
And now I’m happy fishin.

The waters here are crystal clear
Better than the river Severn
You get a bite at every cast
In this lovely river Heaven.

My old dad’s casting by my side
And my dear mom I’m a kissin
Don’t worry all I’m happy here
Yes I’ve simply just  gone fishin.