POETRY CAFE! Share some Bichon Poems Here!

  
Snow,- Naughty- Little- Angel!

You say naughty- like it's a BAD- thing!
 
 
Purred: Sat Dec 29, '12 5:20pm PST 
Welcome to THE CURLY LAPDOG CAFE!! How may we serve you tonight??

Breakfast:
Biscuit with Cheese $: 3 bones
Cheese Omlette $:4 bones
Pancake $:2 bones
Any kind of cereal $: 5 bones
Scrambled Egg $:3 bones
Toast with Butter $: 3 bones

Appetizers :
Mac & Cheese $ : 5 bones
Pizza with dog Kibble $ : 6 bones
Caviar $ :7 bones

Sandwiches : All items on this section cost $ 5
What's Shakn' Bakon
BIG COY
Buffalo Lovers Burger
4 Cheese Burgers
GLT

Entrees :
40 oz. Turkey Plate $ 5 bones
Adam's Rib Combo $ 4 bones
Play It Again Ham $ 3 bones
Rancher's Elbow $ 3 bones
Howler Monkey $ 4 bones
Stake $ 5 bones

Sea Food :
Sea - Horse Crunch $ 3 bones
Filet - o - Seal $ 6 bones
1/4 Seagull dinner (with fries) $ 3 bones

Sauces (Spray Can) : All FREE!
Smoke Hot Dog
Creamy Buffalo
MONOSODIUM GLUTANATE
New Car Smell


Pup Menu ( 1 year or older ) :
Corn on the Cob $ : 4 bones
Small Pupcorn Chicken $ : 3 bones
Cheese Burger $ : 3 bones
Cheese Burger with ONLY CHEESE (Taste REALLY good!) $ : 5 bones
IAMS Biscuts $ : 2 bones

Desserts:
Ice Cream - Mint, Chocolate (just kidding), Vanilla, Birthday Cake Mix $: 4 bones
Cheese Cake - $: 6 bones
Chocolate Cake - $ bones
Yellow Cake - &: 4 bones
Cup Cakes - Chocolate, Vanilla, Red Velvet with Liver Frosting - $:7 bones
Nylabones- Medium Strength, Healthy Edibles, Hard Strength

We are looking for Bichons capable of being a waiter, waitress, bus boy, hostess, and chef.

Edited by author Sat Jan 5, '13 2:04pm PST


Tucker Max- Small Paws

Tucker Max- Protection- Agency-Pres.
 
 
Purred: Wed Jan 2, '13 3:56am PST 
Ok here is a limerick.

There once was a feisty young terrier,
Who liked to bite girls on the derrière.
He'd yip and he'd yap,
Then he'd leap up and snap;
And the fairer the derrière, the merrier.

laugh out loudlaugh out loudlaugh out loud

Snow,- Naughty- Little- Angel!

You say naughty- like it's a BAD- thing!
 
 
Purred: Sat Jan 5, '13 12:56pm PST 
Life With a Bichon

To own a bichon is to hold the wind in your hands.
His spirit keeps moving, like shifting sands.
He dances through life on powderpuff paws,
And brings to one's life such a sense of awe
At the wonder of how such a creature so small
Could hold so much love
And freely share it with all
Who are privileged to be part of his world.
This bundle of joy clad in shimmering white curls,
To watch as he plays with his favorite toy,
Is to experience a feeling of boundless joy.
Oh, how it's like to capture a breeze,
When one is privileged to share life with a
Bichon Frise!

- by Nancy and Mark Lemmon


Snow,- Naughty- Little- Angel!

You say naughty- like it's a BAD- thing!
 
 
Purred: Sat Jan 5, '13 1:55pm PST 
My Mommy wrote this herself!

Touch a Bichon and you have touched a cloud.
Hold a Bichon and you are holding treasure.
Own a Bichon and you own the greatest gift of all

-Naomi B. (AKA, Snow's Mommy)

Edited by author Sat Jan 5, '13 1:58pm PST


Max❣

1275130
 
 
Purred: Sat Jan 19, '13 7:26pm PST 
Can I have some pupcorn Chicken?

BTW Here's my Poem:


Two Dogs Have I

For years we've had a little dog,
Last year we acquired a big dog;
He wasn't big when we got him,
He was littler than the dog we had.
We thought our little dog would love him,
Would help him to become a trig dog,
But the new little dog got bigger,
And the old little dog got mad.

Now the big dog loves the little dog,
But the little dog hates the big dog,
The little dog is eleven years old,
And the big dog only one;
The little dog calls him Schweinhund,
The little dog calls him Pig-dog,
She grumbles broken curses
As she dreams in the August sun.

The big dog's teeth are terrible,
But he wouldn't bite the little dog;
The little dog wants to grind his bones,
But the little dog has no teeth;
The big dog is acrobatic,
The little dog is a brittle dog;
She leaps to grip his jugular,
And passes underneath.

The big dog clings to the little dog
Like glue and cement and mortar;
The little dog is his own true love;
But the big dog is to her
Like a scarlet rag to a Longhorn,
Or a suitcase to a porter;
The day he sat on the hornet
I distinctly heard her purr.

Well, how can you blame the little dog,
Who was once the household darling?
He romps like a young Adonis,
She droops like an old mustache;
No wonder she steals his corner,
No wonder she comes out snarling,
No wonder she calls him Cochon
And even Espèce de vache.

Yet once I wanted a sandwich,
Either caviar or cucumber,
When the sun had not yet risen
And the moon had not yet sank;
As I tiptoed through the hallway
The big dog lay in slumber,
And the little dog slept by the big dog,
And her head was on his flank.
Ogden Nash