When Needed
Every time I have a need,The good Lord sends a pet to me.It’s true, It’s happened all my life,Whenever life is filled with strife.
There’s Cheetah. Yes. She was my first,In barking she was very versed,It didn’t take long for it to pall,Except when cougars came to call.
Then Mike, he of the size and hair,Who followed us kids everywhere,And when we six would swimming go,He guarded us from friend and foe.
Then Muffy. Man I loved that dog,Though she was bigger than a hog,When I moved out, she came to stay,And kept the bad guys all away!
Then Panda, Sheepdog number two,She raised puppies—not a few—And ran with me before the light,And kept me safe throughout the night.
And now we’re in a time of trial,With troubles gathered in a pile,My Pandy (sheepdog number three),Gives all the cuddles that I need!
You know, I given lots of thought,To what’s important, what is not.When I think of all the pets He’s given,I must be loved by that Man in Heaven!
Cause Monday’s do get knocked a lot,With poetry, we all besoughtTo try to make the week beingWith pleasant thought.Perhaps a grin?So all of us, together, weHave crafted poems for you to see.And now you’ve read what we have wrought . . .Did we help?Or did we not?JennyCharlotteMimi
Next week, cause ‘writing’ is our ‘zen’Come back, we’ll talk of writing then!
There’s Cheetah. Yes. She was my first,In barking she was very versed,It didn’t take long for it to pall,Except when cougars came to call.
Then Mike, he of the size and hair,Who followed us kids everywhere,And when we six would swimming go,He guarded us from friend and foe.
Then Muffy. Man I loved that dog,Though she was bigger than a hog,When I moved out, she came to stay,And kept the bad guys all away!
Then Panda, Sheepdog number two,She raised puppies—not a few—And ran with me before the light,And kept me safe throughout the night.
And now we’re in a time of trial,With troubles gathered in a pile,My Pandy (sheepdog number three),Gives all the cuddles that I need!
You know, I given lots of thought,To what’s important, what is not.When I think of all the pets He’s given,I must be loved by that Man in Heaven!
Cause Monday’s do get knocked a lot,With poetry, we all besoughtTo try to make the week beingWith pleasant thought.Perhaps a grin?So all of us, together, weHave crafted poems for you to see.And now you’ve read what we have wrought . . .Did we help?Or did we not?JennyCharlotteMimi
Next week, cause ‘writing’ is our ‘zen’Come back, we’ll talk of writing then!
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