tell tails; a dog poem

my name spartacus. i know i've talked about my tail before, but i've got a lot of time on my paws. sometimes i write poetry and this is a poem about what makes my tail wag. sumpin you can all relate to...

tell tails

by spartacus

my tail tells a tale

of the feelings i feel

but so you don't think that i'm bragging,

i just want to share

for those who might care

some good things that get my tail wagging

when my fambly comes back

or i'm offered a snack

this triggers my rear-end appendage.

a walk never fails

to set off my tail

even in hurricane windage.

when the can-opener calls

i'm like pavlov's dog

cause my mouth; it gets all slobbery.

when the doorbell rings

into action i spring

and i bark just in case it's a robbery.

a pat on the head

cat under the bed

or sumpin i find awfully smelly.

children at play

on a cool sunny day

and, of course, a good rub on the belly.

sometimes it is sumpin

i didn't see comin'

the surprise of a new found old bone.

but the wag you can't see

is one deep inside me

when we're all safe and sound and at home.