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Showing posts with label pets. Show all posts
Showing posts with label pets. Show all posts

Tuesday 31 October 2023

Fir tree Pet Hotel

 Cats with suitcases

Cats taking the suitcases 

From railway platforms

Passing eachother on the underground

Suitcase and hat on

Suitcase in hand


Dogs taking it easy in the hotel room

Just kicking up their feet

And taking a sip on a pinacolada

A Basset hound with a bloody Mary

A chiwawa with a gin and tonic

Oh the pets are enjoying their holiday

In the pet hotel


Won't you take me to the Pet hotel

Pet hotel is where I wanna stay

Away from my master for a week or two

In the Pet Hotel with you


Yes you can pet me all you like

You can mollycoddle and do what you like

But I'm a dog with my animal rights

Yes I want a holiday too

I'm going to the Pet Hotel

It's out in the sticks and stones

And little puppy dog tails and bones


I'm going to the Pet Hotel

It's not like a zoo

There are no prison guards

there's no cages too

Yes it's a Pet Hotel and I want to 

Stay there with you

Do do, do do, do do- do-do 


It's a Pet Hotel come on everyone

And kick your feet up in front of the fire

It's a Pet Hotel, anything you want is alright

In the pet Hotel


It's the Pet Hotel

Everywhere you go

In summer or snow

Yes Pet Hotel, you can forget about your cares

You can leave your worries at the door

Or under the stairs

Pet Hotel there's no door mat

To wipe your paws

Pet Hotel come on in Cat

You can sharpen your claws

And treat all your sores

De-tick your fur or cough up your balls

Pet Hotel I'm not trying to infer

It's mine when it's obviously yours




Wednesday 23 December 2015

Petitudes

The Darling Pets of May

May:
The legs of the Elephant
Not scare at a mouse
The eyes of a cat
Not burgle a house
The ears of a rat
Not abode any louse
Nor the fever of a dog
Run hot as a spouse
May:
The nose of a rabbit
Be tickled by a trout
The kindness of a kitten
Be smitten by a stout
The radar of a Russian
Be rattled by a lout
Or the uncle of a Kingdom
Be carbuncled by a bout
May:
The hubris of a herbivore
Be preyed on by a quail
Or the vertigo of an eagle
Be debedded by a snail
The notion of a cuckoo
Be knocked by a tail
Or the hailing of a whale
Be disgruntled with a nail
May:
All these and likewise
Never come into fruition
Or else the trees upon which they grow
Be banished from Eden’s Kingdom
May never a more saintly brow
Be mopped up by a vet
And therefore good kind Gents and Ladies

Do look after your goodly pets