urban dog
09-25-2007, 03:28 PM
MY SINGING BASENJI
My Basenji does not, of course, bark,
But she sings just as well as a lark.
A coloratura
Who sang with bravura,
In the opera world, she left her mark.
She sang twelve different operas a year,
And was known for her excellent ear.
Her pitch was so sure
And her tone was so pure
That her listeners, enthralled, would all cheer!
Her voice, loud and clear as a bell,
Transfixed you and caused tears to swell.
Her voice never cracked.
The theaters were packed.
All were awed till the last curtain fell.
Her fan club consisted of bats,
Opossums, raccoons, mice, and rats,
Badgers, beavers, and bears,
Humans, horses, and hares,
Coyotes … and even some cats.
Then one evening while singing Menotti,
At the Met with the great Pavarotti,
In the opening scene
Something quite unforeseen—
Without warning, the dog made a potty
Right on the proscenium stage!
The director went into a rage.
The orchestra stopped,
The curtain then dropped,
And they put the poor dog in a cage.
That was it for my canine’s career.
But she still loves to sing, never fear!
Though she can’t go, “Bow wow,”
The good Lord did endow
Her with a voice that is pure crystal clear!
Of late she sings oldies and folk
And jazz. (Do you think I would joke?)
She’s now singing for me
With her paw on my knee
As we sit in our yard by the oak.
From There’s a Dog in the Heavens! (A Universe of Canine Verse)
by Martin Elster, Hats Off Books, ISBN: 1-58736-153-1
http://www.amazon.com/Theres-Dog-Heavens-Martin-Elster/dp/1587361531
Copyright © by Martin Elster.
All Rights Reserved.
My Basenji does not, of course, bark,
But she sings just as well as a lark.
A coloratura
Who sang with bravura,
In the opera world, she left her mark.
She sang twelve different operas a year,
And was known for her excellent ear.
Her pitch was so sure
And her tone was so pure
That her listeners, enthralled, would all cheer!
Her voice, loud and clear as a bell,
Transfixed you and caused tears to swell.
Her voice never cracked.
The theaters were packed.
All were awed till the last curtain fell.
Her fan club consisted of bats,
Opossums, raccoons, mice, and rats,
Badgers, beavers, and bears,
Humans, horses, and hares,
Coyotes … and even some cats.
Then one evening while singing Menotti,
At the Met with the great Pavarotti,
In the opening scene
Something quite unforeseen—
Without warning, the dog made a potty
Right on the proscenium stage!
The director went into a rage.
The orchestra stopped,
The curtain then dropped,
And they put the poor dog in a cage.
That was it for my canine’s career.
But she still loves to sing, never fear!
Though she can’t go, “Bow wow,”
The good Lord did endow
Her with a voice that is pure crystal clear!
Of late she sings oldies and folk
And jazz. (Do you think I would joke?)
She’s now singing for me
With her paw on my knee
As we sit in our yard by the oak.
From There’s a Dog in the Heavens! (A Universe of Canine Verse)
by Martin Elster, Hats Off Books, ISBN: 1-58736-153-1
http://www.amazon.com/Theres-Dog-Heavens-Martin-Elster/dp/1587361531
Copyright © by Martin Elster.
All Rights Reserved.