I’m admittin’ tastes are diff’runt, I’m not settin’ up myself As the judge an’ final critic of the good things on the shelf. I’m sort o’ payin’ tribute to a simple joy on earth, Sort o’ feebly testifyin’ to its lasting charm an’ worth, An’ I’ll hold to this conclusion till it comes my time to die, That there’s no Dachshund finer than our lovely Dylan Pie.
March 28, 2008 @ 6:04 pm
I’m admittin’ tastes are diff’runt,
I’m not settin’ up myself
As the judge an’ final critic of
the good things on the shelf.
I’m sort o’ payin’ tribute
to a simple joy on earth,
Sort o’ feebly testifyin’ to its
lasting charm an’ worth,
An’ I’ll hold to this conclusion
till it comes my time to die,
That there’s no Dachshund finer
than our lovely Dylan Pie.
March 28, 2008 @ 7:27 pm
I couldn’t have said it better Spanky!!
I am sure Dylan and Jen will love your ode to Dylan Pie!
March 28, 2008 @ 8:15 pm
great poem Spanky!!! We too love our Dylan!!
March 28, 2008 @ 8:32 pm
Spanky “ripped” that poem but it is a wonderful poem. I just changed a few words in the last stanza. The Author is Edgar Guest
March 28, 2008 @ 10:00 pm
Come to think of it I am hungry for some pie myself!