A Christmas Poem. General Chat

Discussion in 'Bull Breeds Forum' started by Stamford, Nov 25, 2007.

  1. Stamford

    Stamford New Member

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    A Christmas Poem.

    Found this on another site that i go on:

    Written by a member from Deed not breed.

    T'was the night before Christmas and all through the house
    Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse
    The stockings where hung by the chimney with care
    In the hopes that St Nicholas soon would be there

    But at the North Pole sudden changes arose
    All down to Rudolph and his ruby red nose
    Clipboard in hand, a breed expert arrived
    He motioned to Santa saying," please step aside".

    A smooth haired coat and a muscular build
    A broad deep chest our Rudolph did yield
    The breed expert's pen, created pages of ticks
    Then he suddenly called out "good lord, we've been tricked!"

    "This creatures no donkey and clearly no horse!
    I know these things! I've attended the course!"
    Look at my clipboard the boxes are full!
    It's very obvious to me: Rudolph is a pit bull!

    Out with the measuring sticks, he explained to Santa the law
    And he measured poor Rudolph from shoulder to floor.
    As the spectacle continued Santa said with a sigh
    He's a reindeer you fool! Why must he die?

    "The law is the law" the expert said standing tall,
    Then picked up his mobile and made a quick call
    The sound of sirens filled the peaceful night air
    and Rudolph removed …to who knew where?

    Days turned too weeks and confused and alone
    Rudolph pined, for the place he called home
    As the first snow started falling Rudolph gave up the fight
    And he took his last breath on a cold winters night

    You may think this is funny, if a little untrue.
    But how would you like it, if it happened to you?
    If your dog was taken because of its look?
    Because it ticked enough boxes in some silly book?

    Regardless of parentage it doesn't matter what breed
    If it ticks enough boxes then it's a done deed
    So humour me here and pretend this is true
    Think how you would feel if it happened to you.

    Cuddle your hounds while you have them close by
    For some spend this Christmas, waiting to die.
    Now back to the story, it doesn't end there
    One more short verse I need to share

    Santa fetched Rudolph's body and cried for his friend
    And swore to himself, this would not be the end
    And I heard him exclaim as he drove out of sight
    "The law is wrong, please help us to fight!"

    Copyright Alison Green
    Please help us to get the register re-opened.
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  3. Sal

    Sal New Member

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    I missed this post,

    That is brilliant,on we will fight to get this stupid stupid piece of legislation changed!
  4. Petticoat

    Petticoat New Member

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    That poem has just made me cry:cry: But it is so true... Punish the deed, not the breed....
  5. Benzmum

    Benzmum New Member

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    Tears in my eyes :cry: :cry: :cry:

    Sad but true :-(
  6. juliekelham


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    i remember them comming to my door,2 vans with four dog wardens in,four policevans with police,and several local council officials.
  7. dollyknockers


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    Sad but true :cry:


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