The Whippet
By Darren M. Grine
To the whippet that we so adore
This sighthound has been part of social folklore
From this history, who could ask for more
The whippet once hunted for wild game
To the miners, a whippet became their claim to fame
A snap dog, this would become its other name
Once considered a poor mans racehorse
The whippet could run in many of a course
Competing with, no matter what the source
The act of sporting, this is the whippets zest
Running like the wind, becomes its quest
Effortlessly gliding, always beating the rest
A powerful body thats built for speed
The whippets drive is to take the lead
Graceful lines and curves, this is a sight indeed
Eyes that sparkle, will melt your heart
Shiny and oval shaped, what a work of art
That true whippet look, insists to be very smart
With a personality thats unbelievable
The whippet is very unpredictable
Crazy from the heart is always acceptable
This whippet is considered very wise
Winsome and whimsical, there is no compromise
But to every whippet owner, this is no surprise
Copyright 2004 Darren M. Grine
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