#370
Simon and the Scribe
Yesterday we walked and walked,
Two miles, but who was counting?
The Little Guy ate two gross things,
For taste there's no accounting.
[5965 steps; 2.16 miles]
Little Guy
The Simple Pleasures...
#366
The Nap
The moment in the day that's best
Occurs when I lie down to rest
With the little dachshund guy.
Lord above, don't ask me why!
But thank you for the simple nap
That so offsets life's usual crap,
And thank you for the Little Guy
Who sleeps beside me by-and-by.
Bark, Bark...
#288
Dachshund
Gesundheit!
Simon is a Little Guy
Whose heart is big as starlit sky.
He's never let a rainy day
Or bigger dog get in his way.
The taxonomy of a little dog...
#170
Not So Simple Simon
The lines and curves and contours
Of a little dachshund dog--
The numerous parts and details
Of a doggy catalogue:
His silky coat and perky ears;
His perfect little nose;
His bright brown eyes
And tar black nails
On mighty thunder toes;
His sturdy pointed power tail
That wags with special grace,
As he dashes down to greet me
When his order's back in place.
These are all the reasons why
The loss of him would rip the sky
And leave delight a fierce deny--
Or do I over-simplify
For such a giddy Little Guy?