Ian's Poetry Page

Only one poem on this page.  I learned this as a kid from my dad.  My dad learned it from another relative, and I have no idea as to origins or author or anything like that.  Here it is (as best I can remember) for entertainment purposes.

The dogs once held a meeting, they came from near and far,

Some came by motorcycle, others came by car.

And each before into the hall he was allowed to look,

He had to take his whatsaname off, and hang it on a hook.

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And scarcely were they seated, every mother's son and sire,

When a little spotted mongrel began yelling "Fire!"

They all rushed out in a bunch, they had no time to look,

Each grabbing at random a whatsaname off a hook.

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They got their whatsanames all mixed up, which made them feel quite sore

To have to wear a whatsaname they never knew before.

And so, you see, that's why, as he walks along the street,

A dog will sniff the whatsaname of each dog he may meet.

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To this day that's why a dog will leave a juicy bone,

To go and sniff some whatsanames

Until he may find his own.

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