Threepenny Bits

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Threepenny Bits

 

 Our little dog is very old.

She’s rather deaf and almost blind

and if the honest truth were told

 You might think my words unkind.

 She often has an accident

The reason isn’t hard to find,

 she’s senile and incontinent

She has but one thought in her mind

She hasn’t lost her appetite

The only pleasure left to her

she hunts by scent and not by sight

 for any food that’s on offer.

 We never know where we will find

some souvenir she’s left behind.

 

13-Nov-08

 

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Our little Yorkshire Terrier Threepence is fourteen years old

Reviews

[R J Askew]

I was drawn by the title which made me recall trying as a boy to see how many threepenny bits I could balance on top of each other when visiting my grandparents Victorian terrace on Lune Street, Lancaster. You capture your dog's predicament with accuracy and compassionate humour. Your dog's life shows also how we may become. We can only hope, and this for me is the msg in the poem, that we will be shown as much tolerance and patience as your dog is lucky enough to receive, for old time's sake.