Thursday, December 4, 2008
Wiener Dog Poetry
The Walking Weener
Who called me that - "the walking weener" ?
How's your Mama, ever seen 'er?
How dare you, try disparage me?
I've got a bloody pedigree!
Got better papers, than your Granny.
You're due a biting on the fanny.
Aero-dynamic, can't you see?
For swimmin' cross the Zeider Zee.
Lines of tubular design
Make a profile strictly mine.
I'm built real low, close to the ground
For findin' change that ain't been found.
Thanks to our good friend Inc123 for sending in the link to this poem via our pals at artpaw.com, home of fine custom pet portraits. We can't find the original source of the piece. There's another nice poem to read over at artpaw.com.