A puppy poem for Poppy.
When they’re born they are tiny
Like fat little worms
They can’t even walk,
They just squiggle and squirm
Don’t know how to bark yet
They can’t even see
They just squeak and drink milk
(And they poo and they wee)
Can’t learn any tricks yet
They can’t fetch a ball
They don’t really look
Like a puppy at all
They start to get bigger
And furrier too
They open their eyes
And start looking at you.
They soon learn to walk
And then jump, and then run
Before long, they’re exploring,
And looking for fun.
It’s tough being a puppy:
There’s things you love doing
Like barking and biting
And digging and chewing
And then there are things
That you don’t like at all
Like traffic, and baths,
Someone taking your ball,
And wearing a collar,
And sleeping alone,
And somebody taking
Your favourite bone…
And the things that you like
Seem to get you in trouble
And the things that you hate
Seem to suddenly double
It can take a long time
It is really a slog
For a puppy to learn
How to be a good dog
So if you know a puppy,
Be patient and kind
If they do make mistakes,
Try your best not to mind
If they sometimes forget
Not to wee on your shoes
Or if all your belongings
Become doggy chews,
Just remember, they’re trying:
They want to be good!
It’s just, sometimes, they tend
To forget why they should.
Tom Juniper Poetry 