Thursday, April 29, 2010

Ode to my Tongue--by Buster

My tongue is with me all the time,

It flaps in the breeze and trails behind.

It discourses at length on subjects arcane,

And laps at my water-dish or catches the rain.

No organ can match its numerous uses,

Like wiping my nose or summoning muses.

My tongue is my brain and my conscience and soul,

It speaks what it pleases, then attacks my food bowl.

And should I fall out of an airplane, its moot.

My tongue will serve well as my own parachute.

I love my tongue!



Noah the Airedale said...

I like the part about attacking the food bowl best Buster. You are the furry version of Shakespeare.

Noah x

Maggie and Mitch said...

We love our tongues too, Buster! We need them to lick that delicious ice cream!

Love ya lots
Maggie and Mitch

Asta said...

What an Ode, What a tongue divine!!!
I love youw tongue too
smoochie kisses
pee ess..pleez don't test the pawachoote theowy

Sue said...

You poem left our Mom speechless. She just doesn't understand about dog tongues. They're so much more useful than human tongues.

The Army of Four said...

We saw your comment on Mitch and Maggie's blog and thought we'd pop over to say "ha roo"!
Play bows,