rippem 455 Posted August 16, 2017 Report Share Posted August 16, 2017 Here is one that is sad but true.. Today in the pit, I did meet my match, But my legs are broken and I can't make the scratch. Please pick me up now so I can fight another day, But money and pride has got in the way. You know I can't win as I let out a battle cry, Looks like this pit is where I will die. Look into my eyes did I not give my best? But you knew that already when you did the game test. This is for all the game bulldogs that never gave up, Your masters betrayed you for fear of loosing buck 7 Quote Link to post
rippem 455 Posted August 16, 2017 Author Report Share Posted August 16, 2017 Most so called dog men would rather let there dog's die over ego or money. Dog should come first. Anyone have any good dog poems? Quote Link to post
socks 32,253 Posted August 16, 2017 Report Share Posted August 16, 2017 There was a big dog called buck He had ray as his owner what luck After a measure and way they'd go for a walk every day Where ray tried to find women he could fukc ..... 16 Quote Link to post
THE GENERAL 1,982 Posted August 16, 2017 Report Share Posted August 16, 2017 Wrong section, get your morals right, We work our dogs, field and stream, Keep it tight. Conservation is the rule, Pest control is a need. Anyone that fights dogs is a fool. 6 Quote Link to post
rippem 455 Posted August 16, 2017 Author Report Share Posted August 16, 2017 Don't fight dog's so no fool here. Just a poem BUDDY. and a good one at that Quote Link to post
THE GENERAL 1,982 Posted August 16, 2017 Report Share Posted August 16, 2017 Nothing personal, that's my poem in response Quote Link to post
rippem 455 Posted August 16, 2017 Author Report Share Posted August 16, 2017 I understand. And I agree with it Quote Link to post
Lukey12 126 Posted August 16, 2017 Report Share Posted August 16, 2017 The Last Battle If it should be that I grow frail and weak And pain should keep me from my sleep, Then will you do what must be done, For this the last battle can't be won. You will be sad I understand, But don't let grief then stay your hand, For on this day, more than the rest, Your love for me must stand the test. We have had so many happy years, You wouldn't want me to suffer so. When the time comes, please, let me go. Take me where my needs they'll tend, Only, stay with me till the end And hold me firm and speak to me Until my eyes no longer see. I know in time you will agree It is a kindness you do to me. Although my tail its last has waved, From pain and suffering I have been saved. Don't grieve that it must be you Who has to decide this thing to do; We've been so close we two these years, Don't let your heart hold any tears. This was put on a while ago 8 Quote Link to post
howdeeposxxt 1,448 Posted August 16, 2017 Report Share Posted August 16, 2017 Jesus Christ I'm an emotional wreck after reading some a those ? 3 Quote Link to post
3175darren 1,100 Posted August 16, 2017 Report Share Posted August 16, 2017 I wish I had the skill to write like that Quote Link to post
steve t 931 Posted August 16, 2017 Report Share Posted August 16, 2017 Took a young dog out last week Burrow only one foot deep Had a sniff and wouldn't go Some folk might just say he'd slow Or a cowardly cur through and through What's a man supposed to do Quote Link to post
steve t 931 Posted August 16, 2017 Report Share Posted August 16, 2017 Took a young dog out last week Burrow only one foot deep Had a sniff and away from view Not seen again till we broke through Well cleaned up and put away Will live to dig another day Quote Link to post
neil cooney 10,416 Posted August 16, 2017 Report Share Posted August 16, 2017 A TRIBUTE. Flash of teeth, a white hot pain, Yet on he pushes, time and again, No guiding light, no masters hand, He's on his own in this barren land. His chest is heavy, breath running short, He can't stop now 'til his enemies caught, He hears the digging and the sound of his name, Not long now and he'll be safe again, He holds on tight, he can't let go, For his enemy is strong, of that he knows, He can feel him tire, his pulse runs deep, He feels his enemy slip into eternal sleep. The battle's over, the deed is done, No need for hands or his masters gun, Light floods in and all is calm, He's lifted into his masters arm. Well done lad, a pat on the head, Then home for a feed and a welcome bed, He rests and heals and forgets the pain, And waits for his turn to enter earths bowels again. 17 Quote Link to post
Daniel cain 45,250 Posted August 16, 2017 Report Share Posted August 16, 2017 Like that one Neil,thanks for sharing. Atb dc 1 Quote Link to post
socks 32,253 Posted August 16, 2017 Report Share Posted August 16, 2017 Where did you get that one from Neil ??? Quote Link to post
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