Today we have a slight technical hitch..... Stupidly I forgot to charge my camera, so although loads of photos were taken none can be uploaded until the camera is charged up and rarin' to go!
So I thought I'd do something a bit different now and tomorrow upload two blog posts to make up for tonights blunder.
So I thought I'd do something a bit different now and tomorrow upload two blog posts to make up for tonights blunder.
So I present a poem called Nine Little Puppy Dogs by P D Booth.
Nine little puppy dogs,
Each one dressed in black,
Tumble out like nuggets
From a grimy coalman's sack.
Nine little puppy dogs,
Each one dressed in black,
Tumble out like nuggets
From a grimy coalman's sack.
Spill out through the kitchen door,
Stampede across the lawn,
Now all me lovely flower beds
Lie battered, bruised and torn.
Stampede across the lawn,
Now all me lovely flower beds
Lie battered, bruised and torn.
Funny little puppy dogs,
With clownish, baby faces,
Tugging at me heart strings
As they chew me old boot laces.
With clownish, baby faces,
Tugging at me heart strings
As they chew me old boot laces.
Happy little puppy dogs,
Playing through the day,
Thrills and spills, they've wrecked me house
And turned me hair quite grey.
Playing through the day,
Thrills and spills, they've wrecked me house
And turned me hair quite grey.
Nine little puppy dogs,
Now eight weeks have passed
And off to nice, new homes you'll go,
While I get peace at last!
p.d.b. (28.7.14)
Now eight weeks have passed
And off to nice, new homes you'll go,
While I get peace at last!
p.d.b. (28.7.14)
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