Friday, November 26, 2010

A Holiday Pawem



Twas the night before Thanksgiving, and all was not quiet,
Ma’s in the kitchen creating a riot.
Walnuts are grinding, the turkey’s a-brine,
Cranberries boiling, to the fridge goes the wine.

I whined and I paced not going to sleep,
While visions of  drumsticks in my noggin did leap.
But Ma in her sternest voice that I dread,
“Punkin, good boy, now bedtime,” she said!

When out on the street arose such a smell,
A family of skunks come to wish us all well.
To the window I went to give them a bark,
Alarming the coyotes that lurk in the dark.


The relentless roar of 38 Geary,
Calls 46th Avenue, uncommonly cheery.
With a grizzled old driver, an ex-con no doubt,
For bums and drunks a home, just about.

The gibbous moon in the night sky did glow,
Cast a silver sheen on the ocean below.
Barges and tankers heading to Bay,
Await pilot escort at break of day.

Then, off in the distance a flash did I see,
Santa it was, I noted with glee.
Guided by Rudolf he’s off to the Pole,
To make toys and treats, no lumps of coal.

All four-legged comrades be on alert,
The bad dog list you want to avert.
The good dog list is sure to reward,
With Kongs and balls and bones to hoard.

So, attack not the elf in the crimson suit,
He’ll arrive with a sack and a holler and hoot.
But those cookies laid out for jolly St. Nick?
He wouldn’t mind a nibble and lick.

Have a yappy, safe and furry holiday season.

With love from, 
MAXimus (a very good dog)

8 comments:

Suka said...

hey Maximus,

I read about you on Oskar's blog and thought I would sniff my way over and give you a woof! You sure are a pretty pup! And loved the poem! You are very creative!

I was in San Francisco for a week two Christmas' ago visiting a family member. It was fun! Every day I walked up to Lafayette Park. Very pretty and I could see the ocean! I went to Ocean Beach too, but the waves scared me. I am not a water dog, give me snow...please!

Nice to meet you! Hope you had a wonderful Thanksgiving!

Suka

♥I am Holly♥ said...

We read about you on Oskar's blog and thought we would come by and say hello! You certainly are very cute!! Lots of love, Holly and mom

Max the Quilt Cat said...

Great poem... Oskar sent me over and I'm glad he did. I like the picture too. Very festive.

pawhugs, Max

Pepsi Bum said...

Hi Max! Read about you on Oskar's blog, so I came by to say hi!

You look super duper cute, Max!

Woofs,
Pepsi

Maggie and Mitch said...

We read about you on Oskar's blog, Max! We see you traded in your lampshade for the Santa hat! A much better choice!

Love ya lots
Maggie and Mitch

Butchy, Katie, Ruby, Sylvester, Scuby, Hootie said...

Hi Max,
Oskar sent us over. We just love your poem & so does Mama. We're so happy you have your forever home now. I Butchy was rescued and all of our cats we rescued from the wild-feral. Look forward to reading your blog.
Wirey Hugs, Purrz & Licks,
Butchy, Katie, Ruby, Sylvester, Hootie & missing Scuby

Kirby, CGC said...

Hi Max,
I heard about you from our pal Oskar. Glad to see you got the cone of shame off, but then your humans put another hat on your head...why do they do that to us?

Looking forward to following your adventures!

Woof!
Kirby

Jed and Abby in MerryLand said...

We, too, read about you at Oskar's. You're gonna owe him a fee for P.R.! Looks like your cone is off, or was that just for the blinded by the Santa hat photo? You must be feeling better, to be writing holiday poetry - or any poetry! Nice job.

Jed has to wear a Cone fairly often because he licks sores on his legs. He hates Cones as much as you do. Mama likes the clear plastic Cones so Jed can see where he's going and doesn't bump into stuff. Anyway, we hope you're out of your Cone for good.

Jed & Abby