My Schatzie’s scent is nothing like a steak’s; Her breast is more a boulder than a pillow; If tails wave gracefully, hers coils like a snake’s; If fur’s like velvet, hers is more like Brillo; I’ve seen the gussied poodles of Westminster But no such elegance in Schatzie’s muzzle; And more sweet-scented is the ugliest […]
Sonnet 130: Zigmund Shakespeare Read More »
Oh wearisome condition of caninity Born with four paws, forbidden still to bound; Denied all joys for which I have affinity, Provided voice, yet not to make a sound. Why am I made to hunt, to howl, to roam And yet impelled to share some human’s home? I am supposed to ask for approbation, To
Muttstapha: Fulke-Zigmund, Lord Brooke Read More »
Stanza 1 In the Beginning was the bark And the bark was with Dog, and the bark was Dog All jarring atoms coalescing At bark’s first alluring call That sweet voice called them all together, Assembled chaos from their strife. Then did the trees, the air, the seas Assemble in one whole Called to communion
A Song for St. Cecilia’s Day: by Zigmund Dryden Read More »
When I consider how my life is scent What would I do if suddenly my nose One day became as moribund as those Of humans, who, if they could but be leant The merest hint of all my nostrils know Would fall, astounded, to the ground made
Sonnet 19: Zigmund Milton Steiner Read More »
Old sofa bed’s got me Eyes wantin to close Bring me my chew toy Sick of chewin my toes Can’t get to the front door Even when the doorbell rings Guess I’m not gonna hunt more For anything the mailman brings My dear old Schatzie Wonderin where she been Try, but cannot see But maybe
Sofa Bed: Ziggy Carmichael Read More »
Abou Ben Zigmund (may his tribe be blessed!) Awoke to find an unexpected guest Brighter than the moonlight on the forest floor Where he had slept in peace an hour or more – An angel, scraping with a stick in dirt. “Pray, Being, what words do you insert Into the virgin loam, this bed of
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