Our little dog is very old. <br />She’s rather deaf and almost blind <br />and if the honest truth were told <br /> You might think my words unkind. <br /> She often has an accident <br />The reason isn’t hard to find, <br /> she’s senile and incontinent <br />She has but one thought in her mind <br />She hasn’t lost her appetite <br />The only pleasure left to her <br />she hunts by scent and not by sight <br /> for any food that’s on offer. <br /> We never know where we will find <br />some souvenir she’s left behind. <br /> <br />13-Nov-08 <br /> <br />http: // blog.myspace.com/poeticpiers <br /> <br /> <br />Our little Yorkshire Terrier Threepence is fourteen years old<br /><br />ivor or ivor.e hogg<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/threepenny-bits/
