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There once was a man from Nantucket,
Who drank all his beer from a bucket.
At a dog show one day,
As he looked away,
A sly little Cardigan "tuk-it!"
Then there went a dog in the ring,
Couldn't gait, but boy, could he sing!
To his owners great shame,
'Twas his sole call to fame,
And now he's remembered as "Bing."
"The Cardis and the Ark" by Paul Slaboda
The rains came down for forty days so we're told.
Noah gathered all the creatures in those troubled days of old.
By twos they were loaded into that great wooden Ark,
But with all of the clatter, Noah couldn't hear the bark
Of the pair of Cardigans caught in the tide,
And it looked like they'd miss this historic ride.
Then the sheep from their stall gave out with a bleet,
Noah looked where they pointed as he sprang to his feet.
He threw out a net and was able to save,
Those two Cardigan Corgis from a watery grave.
And from that day to this, Cardis follow the sheep,
Paying back an old debt, and working hard just to keep
The sheep safe from harm and secure in their pen,
That's the end of this story, can I get an Amen?
"Them Old Kentucky Cardis" by Paul Slaboda
Yup, it's Specialty time, not in Holland with those tulips,
But down in Old Kentucky where the drinks are mint juleps,
Where the Derby is held every beautiful Spring,
But this time, this June, Cardigans are THE thing.
There'll be ribbons and trophies, losers and winners,
There'll be drinks and fun and banquets and dinners.
Then we'll all pack up to leave as we do every year,
Taking home precious memories we will always hold dear.
But take pause to remember those who left us this year,
And remember with smiles, and don't shed a tear.
For one day at the bridge we'll meet again with our Cardis,
'Til then we raise up a toast, not with juleps but BaCARDIS!
Limericks by Jim Mitchell
My dog shines with a strong, healthy glow,
But one thing that I'm longing to know.
We're so keen on the quest,
Why can't he pass the test?
We're still waiting for his first Best In Show.
So many dogs in so many sizes,
So hard to choose who wins the prizes.
If I were a judge,
I'm quite sure that I'd fudge,
Flip a coin when a problem arises.
My dog is a short-legged wonder,
Master of the obedience blunder.
In my throat there's a lump,
When he does the bar jump,
Odds are good that he'll try to go under.
My poor wife and her "Champ" "CDX,"
Showed so much, they became total wrecks.
When their outlook was black,
They both took a Prozac,
To reduce all the dog show effects.