The Whippet

By Darren M. Grine

 

 

 

 

 

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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 manís racehorse

The whippet could run in many of a course

 Competing with, no matter what the source

 

The act of sporting, this is the whippetís zest

Running like the wind, becomes its quest

Effortlessly gliding, always beating the rest

 

A powerful body thatís built for speed

The whippetís 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 thatís 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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