One of our friends, Oz the Terrier, is celebrating Bad Poetry Day with a contest & Blog Hop. Oz writes original limericks; read the one for Bentley HERE! Instead of collaborating on a single work, the boys each penned their own bad poem.
My name is Bentley; I am a Hound;
My breed is a Basset; I usually keep my nose to the ground.
This is Pierre; they call him a Westie;
I like to wrestle him; he is my bestie.
That is my mom; she is a Writer,
I may grump when she wakes me; but I’d never bite her.
Ode to the squirrel that runs in the tree,
I hear you barking down at me.
From limb to limb, you leap with glee,
Fall you stupid squirrel.