Poems about dogs. Part 1.

01.06.2012

BALLADA ABOUT THE DOG. V.Malyutin

Once, after reading in the newspaper,
He froze in amazement.
Some uncle, as the children wrote,
The dog was beaten to death.
And immediately remembered the past,
One of those war days,
Under the tanks heroes were bursting,
For the land and for life on it.
Believe me, this is very scary,
When the iron tarantas
The tower turns to you ...
So, listen to the story.
Takes a tank, the fourth attack,
The earth is burning, all are on fire.
I look, a dog crawls over to him,
With some kind of pack on the back.
There is less than a meter between them,
A jerk ... and a terrible black smoke
Already carried to the wind.
Another sigh was heard.
That fight ended in luck,
On that day, 5 attacks were repulsed,
But he would still be hot,
Whenever there were dogs!
And after the battle, near the pit,
Farewell words sound.
The remains of a small dog
They bury her for her deeds.
Skillfully padded mound sloping,
Between aspen and birch.
And the gray-haired soldiers,
Not ashamed, they wiped away their tears with a sleeve.
That's it, always risking yourself,
Without fear they went to battle.
And with the caress of the words I say -
A dog is a friend, and a dog is a hero!

O.Yu. Smirnova
What does a man need for happiness?
Wet nose and four paws?
Money money? New "Porsche"?
Everyone is looking for something that he likes.
Only "Porsche" does not wag his tail
Money will not be met at the entrance to the house
And millions will not be bored
Will not be true, and wait a long time
 
Do not bring in your home coziness
And you will not lose your new shoes
Happiness, love never buy?
But you can bring a puppy to the house!

PRO PROBLEM
author unknown
Four pompoms, like a cloud of fur,
Eyes that are aware of bitterness and laughter,
A soul that is able to love and suffer.
Who am I talking about, could I guess?
Playful and jumping, elegant in appearance,
He will give all the paws and do not know offenses.
With him are friends and children, and adults.
Who is he? Well, of course, it's all a poodle!
There is a poodle in pompoms, a poodle in panties,
There is a poodle-giant, and there is a poodle-baby.
There is a poodle-lace, and there is a poodle-square,
A colored harlequin is also a poodle brother.
They are of very different colors:
There are poodles-winters and poodles-summer.
There are black - the colors of a mysterious night,
There are gray and chocolate bars.
Occasionally poodles punk
And poodles of the colors of all the colors from the jar.
And also an outlandish poodle-horse,
And the poodle, cut straight and smooth.
When you are sad, when you are in sadness,
When all the guests were tired of the fun,
When you want to be in silence,
When you swim on the sea on the wave,
When you just want to sleep,
When you are ready to walk before dawn,
When the questions and people were bored,
There will always be your faithful poodle nearby.

Natasha Briskin
I will come, as always, home,
I open my door with the key.
Someone is waiting for me. Never empty
My house does not meet me!
 
A loyal friend runs up, whining,
Smiling eyes to me.
You missed me, my dog?
What did she see in a dream today?
 
And tell me my friend,
Together they folded their paws on their shoulders,
Muzzle to the ear,
Something is whispering.
 
Like a sword, twisting his tail,
Clumsily embraced, slightly,
He will kiss me with his tongue,
Gently, gently, like a puppy ...
 
I adore you, my dog!
When sadness wandered into our house,
When the heart is choking with tears -
Anyway, we are always together!


From Zlato-Sibiri
Four pompoms, like a cloud of fur,
Eyes that are aware of bitterness and laughter,
A soul that is able to love and suffer.
Who am I talking about, could I guess?
Playful and jumping, elegant in appearance,
He will give all the paws and do not know offenses.
With him are friends and children, and adults.
Who is he? Well, of course, it's all Poodle!
There is a Poodle in pompoms, a poodle in panties,
There is a poodle-giant, and there is a poodle-baby.
There is a Poodle-string, and there is a Poodle-square,
A colored harlequin is also a Poodle brother.
They are of very different colors:
There are Poodles-winters and Poodles-summer.
There are black - the colors of a mysterious night,
There are gray and chocolate bars.
Occasionally poodles punk
And Poodles are the colors of all the colors from the jar.
And also the outlandish Poodle-horse,
And Poodle, cut straight and smooth.
When you are sad, when you are in sadness,
When all the guests were tired of the fun,
When you want to be in silence,
When you swim on the sea on the wave,
When you just want to sleep,
When you are ready to walk before dawn,
When the questions and people were bored,
Always near your loyal Poodle.


30.12.14 NEW YEAR'S CONGRATULATIONS
from Natalia Safronova
IN THE NEW YEAR under the battle of the chimes,
Let the dream come true,
To make the apartment bigger,
To take another puppy.

To us to the dogs, all is not enough,
Having got at least one,
In the head, we have plans,
How else to take more ...

We stroke and caress them,
Train and swear,
All the exhibitions we carry,
And we get rewards.

I wish in a NEW YEAR,
Everyone wins a big bag,
Champions get,
And puppies to give birth.

MASHA YASHINA
Every poodle my mother needs,
To walk proudly led,
To kiss in a beautiful parting,
So that it would be with whom to start a conversation.

Every poodle my mother needs,
The bow will tie it,
Tail comb, kiss your nose,
In the evening, late to bed,

And in a fragrant shampoo to bathe,
Wool the hair, pour the fodder.
She will be both kind and gentle.
Every poodle my mother needs.


Poodle puppy cushion.
 
In every little child,
Shilopop poodelenke,
There are half a kilo wit,
And courage a half a kilo!
And in it there are "skipping ropes"
"Curiosities," "pogryzalki,
"Runaways" and "leverage"
Catch up with him!

He must kick his legs,
Should, as a grasshopper, jump,
Otherwise it will explode -
Fucking babes, and there is no puppy!
Each new poodle,
Getting out of the cradle,
Waits as a miracle: "Whose will I be?"
Only He is not yet ...

Where are you, Master, wander?
Why can not you find
Poodelinka-postelenka,
Baby, who's waiting?
You will cherish it,
You'll be all dearer to him,
Declare yourself as soon as possible,
And then he will find you!

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