LOWDOWN Summer 2013 page 28
Sian also sent Lowdown this poem which was written by the un-named sister of a friend.
Drawing courtesy of Sheila Williams©2013
My real name is Arthur Peter Cecil Wyntonham
But I’m known to friends as Henry, and they think I really am.
For I never told them, ’cos they’d think my name was posh.
And they’d be right, because it is. I’m afraid, it always was!
It doesn’t really suit a dog with legs as short as mine.
And ears that dust the pavement and get caught in garden twine.
It’s really very difficult when you’re a Basset Hound!
Unless you tie your ears in bows, they scrape along the ground.
People say I have got wrinkles on my feet and ’neath my chin.
I say it’s ’cos my skin’s too big and I’m too thin.
But they think that’s just excuses and I suppose it’s true,
But when you are a Basset Hound and there’s nothing you can do.
So please remember, if you can, that names like Arthur Pete
Don’t suit a dog with floppy ears and very wrinkled feet!
Rhyming ‘posh’ with ‘was’ for some reason reminded me of Ogden Nash.
So a little Ogden Nash dog poem.
Another Ogden Nash dog thought.
A door is what a dog is perpetually on the wrong side of.
Non doggy but slightly more profound
Unfortunately we currently 2017 appear to live in a country run by a government largely in the ‘none at all’ category.