Tuesday, January 15, 2008

The Day We Went To Grandma's


THE DAY WE WENT TO GRANDMA'S


"The day went to Grandma's,
Oh what a fuss she made,
Wipe those feet and dry your paws,
That carpet's just been laid.
Gran put me in the garden,
So I had a sniff around,
I pulled up all her flowers,
Till there were no more in the ground.

Gran just started shrieking,
She really got quite mad,
So I gave her some of the flowers,
To make her feel less sad.

Later on that evening,
All warm and in my bed,
My tummy started rumbling,
It's time that I was fed.

I went into the living room,
But they were watching telly,
'come on nan' I barked out loud.
'its time to fill my belly'.

I went into the kitchen,
To see what I could find,
'Oh wow' I whined, 'a loaf of bread'
I'm sure that they won't mind.

Look left, look right,
the coast was clear,
I love the smell of bread,
I gabbed it quick and hurried out to eat it in my bed.

Now for a drink to wash it down,
But my bowl's outside the door.
I go back to the living room,
and pace up and down the floor.

Grandad got the message
And let me out the back.
I shot straight past my drinking bowl,
And headed down the track.

There was something in the garden
That a Newf just can't resist,
An ornamental pond of course,
With lots of pretty fish.

After clearing out the pond for nan,
I went back to the door,
pushed it open, went inside.
Dripping pond onto the floor.

Nan she started yelling,
Grandad, well he just laughed,
She said that I was stinking
And had to have a bath.

Cleaned and dried and let back in,
I tried to sit with nan.
'Get off me lap you silly dog,
You're bigger than I am'!!

I got back down and left the room
and went back to my bed,
Two pairs of shoes and a slipper later,
Time to get those zzzzzzzzzzzz,s.

Breakfast at Grandma's is great,
As I get tea and toast,
But after I was still not full
So I ate the Sunday roast!

I couldn't understand them,
But I knew that I'd been bad.
F's and B's were mentioned
Time to look real sad.

I looked at them with big bown eyes,
My head held down quite low,
It did the trick - it always does
I'm still their little Beau.

We didn't stay as long as planned,
As my Dad he got quite stressed,
Having chased me out the pond again, he thought it for the best.

I kid you not, it's how it was.
I'm telling you the truth.
The day we went ot Grandma's
She got well and truly NEWF'D!!!"

(Thanks to PaddlePaws)

Satch & Drool

6 comments:

Gizmosav said...

Thanks Satch,
lol...That was great!
Where do you find these???
Giz

Flanaghan the Newfie said...

That is just wonderful!!

Flanaghan the Newfie

Randi said...

Satch - what a wonderful poem..is it based on a true story?

Love & Licks,
Randi

onecoatsam said...

We think so!!

Glad you guys liked it.

Love,

Satchie & Andrew

Anonymous said...

Very sweet and so true.

Emmy said...

Just wonderful -- good job Satchel!



Emmy