A lady sat across from me
When riding in a bus.
She had a poodle on her knee
Of which she made much fuss.
She pressed that poodle to her breast
And he was meek and mild.
In all the world she loved him best;
She would not have a child.
That dog was ugly and black,
Was shedding on her clothes.
And she did pat him on his back
And kissed his turned up nose.
If that lady went to heaven,
There’s not a dog to see.
Where there’s not a poodle given,
How lonely she would be.
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Shadowbox15 (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I was reading my great-great-great grandmother’s autobiography, and this poem caught my eye. I don’t make any claim to it (you shouldn’t either) it’s copyright. Please enjoy it!
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If your great great great grandmother penned this poem, she was a fine poet of her day. And personally, I believe all animals go to Heaven, so her small poodle should be with her still. Thanks for posting Shadow.
Good write Shadow.
It’s my great- great-great grandmothers good write, but thank you nonetheless.
Very nice poem. Thanks for sharing!
What a lady and what a poodle and whst a poem.... Finely written...
Great job. Please keep writing, just please try to assure accuracy by doing fact-checking in the future. Inaccuracy pulls readers like me out of the experience. The reason I say this is because poodles are well-known and beloved for being one of the few non-shedding dog breeds, so it doesn't make sense that her poodle would be shedding all over her. I know because I have had a standard poodle for a decade. I also know toy and miniature poodle owners. Keep writing, though! I don't mean to discourage you. I mean this constructively. All the best!
Did you not see me mention that this is my three times great- grandma's poem?
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