(by request: “Poem Subject: Pembroke Welsh Corgis. Yes, I have one named Spike. He is not large but is definitely in charge. Sorry was not stealing rhymes.”)
A long time ago
There was a Cardigan Welsh Corgi
And a Swedish Vallhund Dog
Who loved each other very,
Very
Much.
And a bajillion years later
You were born, Spike!
Yes, you!
You good boy!!
You good boy, Spike!!!
Of course, some people believe that Pomeranians and Schipperkes had something to do with it.
I want you to attack those people, Spike.
Attack them.
Go for the throat, Spike.
Or we are renaming you Nancy.
I understand the secret language of feelings but I don’t get that poem. At least you are getting in touch with your anger.
My process for this was simple. Wikipedia research on corgis took up a lot of my ten minutes.
NANCY is my mom’s name! (which makes it funnier) nothing mom! here is a limerick response to your poem…
I once read a poem of madness
which might even lead to big sadness
for corgis shan’t be
rid of their dignity
and named after Nancy of band-ness