April 18, 2003
Poetry?
Today at lunch I was looking at Buckie, my brother John’s dog as he expectantly looked for food. Buckie will do a lot for food, especially steak, and since I had just read something on limericks/poetry forms I decided to do something and here it is.
There once was a dog named Buckie
His owners were so very lucky
When you held up food
It would alter his mood
Oh such an obedient dog was Buckie
But only when around food 