Waddle Bound – a poem by Ken Johnson
Howllo Fellow Hound Lovers: I am sharing this wonderful poem by Ken Johnson. He is a Suncoast volunteer and Dad to Buster and Lemon Drop! It just makes me think how sweet our community is. From the East to the South, from the West to the North and all combinations in between, we love our hounds. Ken wrote the poem with FL in mind, but it applies to any waddle! Please enjoy, and watch for Chaps’ announcement this weekend about our friend, Ken. Slurp!
Waddle Bound
I’m Waddle Bound, I’m a Basset Hound
Gonna strut my stuff and show em sure enough
We’ll have some fun in the warm Florida sun
As the parade forms up I’m feeling like a pup
Look at all the treats and Basset sweets
We’ll all march around the waddle ground
With waggon tails and howls galore
We all end up at the rescue store
Look at the T-shirts, look at the cap
Let’s all buy some Basset crap
By the end of the day I’m looking for a place to lay
Then Dad packs us up, puts the van in gear,
And I woof out the window “see yall next year”.
By ken Johnson
Comments(2)
Very very cute poem!
We’re here in OC!!! Having a blast!!! Wish you all were here with us!!!!
Love,
Lucien, Lilly, and the mom, Melynda