The Meeting of the Dogs

This poem is found in the front section of my novel, 'Twas the Bite Before Christmas.

The Meeting of the Dogs

The dogs they had a meeting.
They came from near and far.
Some of them came by Greyhound bus
While others came by car.

The purpose of their meeting?
To fill the world with glee
and put a brand new puppy
under ev'ry Christmas tree.

But a special hall was rented,
and the landlord did declare
he didn't want them running 'round
just pooping ev'rywhere.

So before inside that rented hall
the dogs could even look
they had to take their hineys off
and hang them on a hook.

Then once inside the meeting—
ev'ry mother, son and sire—
some cat, dressed in a dog suit,
began to holler, "Fire!"

They all rushed out, that pack of dogs.
They had no time to look,
to which type of hiney
they grabbed off its little hook.

They got their hineys all mixed up.
It really made 'em sore,
to have to wear a hiney
they'd never worn before.

Then, once the chaos ended,
so did the dogs' grand scheme,
and kids who'd dreamed of puppies
were left with just a dream.

It's also why you'll see a dog
give up a juicy bone,
to go and sniff and hiney,
to see if it's his own.

Merry Christmas to All, and to All a Good Bite!

LCK