The First Green Grass: by Zigmund Steiner-McCollum
So much depends upon the first green grass of summer imbued with something disgusting in which to roll and roll and roll.
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Malcolm McCollum
When I Was But a Puppy: A. E. Zigmund
When I was but a puppy A grizzled elder said, “If pretty puppesses you chase You’ll find you’re better dead; Enjoy them from a distance, Keep them a sight to see.” But I was but a puppy, No use to talk to me. When I was still a puppy That same old dog advised, “if
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To Strive, To Seek: by Alfred, Lord Zigmund
It little profits that an idle pooch, on this old porch, on such a paltry street, Wifeless and alone, I but dispense Reproof and caution to mere passers by, That, deafened by their earbuds, pay no mind. This idleness offends my soul: Slurp Every final drop I will from out life’s bowl; Each day I’ve
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Who Is Sylvia? Zigmund Shakespeare (from Two Greyhounds of Altoona)
Who is Sylvia? Just a cat Infesting my domain; Master put out the welcome mat, Declared her chatelaine, Despite my urgent caveat. Which proved, I own, groundless at best; Our Syl’s a gentle queen, Instructs us all in peaceful rest, Is very seldom seen Or heard, and always self-possessed. Such qualities, in a word, define
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All the News That’s Fit to Sniff, by Zigmund McCollum
My neighborhood’s an endless source of news, And I’m hard pressed to keep on top of it. Each detail on each street I must peruse, So I’m confused by those who do the opposite. A few short years ago when I would hear Some human talking to the air around, I’d think them mad, and
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There Is Nothing Like a Nap, by Zigmund Rhinelander II
We’ve got the sun to warm the morning We’ve got the moon to light the night We’ve got cans of chicken livers When we need a little bite We’ve got baskets full of chew toys To help the time elapse What ain’t we got? We aint’ got naps. We get dragged off to the dog
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