Once I Was a Gandy Dancer

I'm a dog that used to run the railroad tracks as a stray. I hope you enjoy my story!

 
 

Thought myself a dancer, gandy Roamed the tracks and spotted Mandy Purebred gal, her hair was sandy She was fine and I was dandy Couldn't pass such luscious candy One-night stand...oh, my, how randy On go lights...I jumped the fence Didn't have a lot of sense Tied to post for my offense Waited there with great suspense Lacking in self-confidence Owners came to take me home Gave me bath, shampoo, and comb Heard some talk of chromosome Called me mutt that loves to roam Ride in car...a foster home? Fancy sign...my tail did wag Went inside...got pat and tag Room to room, I walk zigzag Saw white coat and thought, 'Red flag' Owners talk about my shag Soothing words, 'You'll feel brand-new' Fell asleep the last I knew Woke up to the brightest hue In a cage without a clue Ouch! I hurt. What did they do? Here I come...my tail's a-draggin' I've been had...my skin's a-saggin' Had a bone but now I'm gaggin' Was a stud...no longer braggin' Pups are due; I won't be shaggin'

Reviews

[Morning Song]

I'm STILL luving this poem, Sharon. And it just made me smile AGAIN!!! Did you see Helena is posting here again too? (smiling even bigger).

Big hugs...
Jeri