BON CHEW & COWCOW
to a new epawsode of Angel Sammys and Teddys Pawetaton in pigtures….look what they found for this week…
that rocks….right?
Many moons ago there were two chicks,
dreamed about singing in a band with many gigs.
Fortuna was with them, cause the dad of one chick was
a muzak guy who played the sax & the bass.
They pestered this dad, killed nerves and bone
till he agreed to gave them an audition.
the song was picked, house of the rising sun,
the dad grabbed his guitar and the mischief began.
the chicks gave all from growling to squeaks,
and suddenly tears ran down of the guitar guys cheeks.
chick one asked, are you touched, was da song too tough?
no, said her dad I’ve just tried not to laugh.
and the sentence came, it was short and brutal:
forget it girls, no stage material.
but to your comfort, that’s no beginners song.
bah! said chick two, you just played it wrong.
that bad singers were some kind of underdogs, right?
eggs-actly my friend… indeed…like you…
HAVE A PAWETIC THURSDAY ALL
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About easyweimaraner
Weimaraner /Braque de Weimar, born in 2009, male & fabulous
From: Britanny / France
Likes: Plushtoy-Shredding, Spikebones,long distance Walks, everyday a Gift, Chicken, Shoes, Underwear, my squeekie Pig & my whole Life
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Profession: Student of psychological War-technics & Terrorism, after my Masterdegree i become to rule the world or maybe to be the owner of toys r us. actually i'm not sure...
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Underdogs. Bwahaha!
Don’t feel bad, NOBODY has ever sung that song in a way that doesn’t make my ears bleed…
It’s a tough song to sing so I think anyone who even TRIES deserves some kind of award!!! Well done poem – we love it.
Hugs, Teddy and Mom
Ditto, everyone else’s comments!
OMD! the whole post is perect and UnderDog has me laughing and laughing. you too could make a living as comedians. my first thought was Underdog, Brahahaha, but the Bertie stole it first. I just decided to say it anyway. love you guys
Brilliant, boys, and that is one tough song. Underdogs, my hiney!
Hari OM
BOL – OMdoG – believe it or not, I once did an ‘audition’ with exactly that song!!! Different outcome, but let’s gloss over that for now… I love how so many of these prompts can bring back memories from a chick’s youth… hugs and wags, YAM-aunty xxx
I agree, that song is for Eric Burdon. It used to be a favourite of mine and when my friend and I caught the small ferry to the local beach we used to play it over and over on the juke box.
I had a similar experience only we were practicing for a real audition with a local band. My friend’s husband recorded it. It was so bad even we knew we didn’t have a chance and canceled the audition! That was my career as a rock star. I don’t remember the song we picked. Probably something totally nuts like Led Zeppelin or Janis Joplin.
BOL BOL BOL In my head I can sing…but when I open my mouth I can’t carry a tune in a bucket. LOL I loved this story
Hugs Cecilia
GAH! Underdogs. I see what you did there….
Love and licks,
Cupcake
That is a cute poem, telling the story of a lot of others likely have experienced in some way or other.
Years ago, I tried to show off my beginning talent(!?!) on my violin by scraping and squeaking through Twinkle Little Star to my uncle…he just stood there and endured it…with a bland face…and a good for you when I finished! BOL!
That’s a great poem for that picture.
That was a fun one boys, bravo!
ROFM/ROFL/gaspin fore air!!!!!!!!
Da Phenny an Da Nelly yore poe-em iss heelareuss!
Now was Unkell Mark one of THE guyss inn THE Band? Or was aunty Katty ‘Chick 1″?? HHHMMMM wee have a mist-tery!
**nose bopss** BellaDharma an ❤ an {{hugss}} BellaSita Mum
I can’t carry a tune.
I can’t sing but I love the tune. Great poem!
TeeHeeHee!! We loved that poem, good job Boyz!!
xoxo,
Jakey, Rosy & Sunny
Hi Guys! You are pretty funny! Purrhaps you should be guest jokes on AWWW Monday at our crib!
Great job with the poem. You never fail to raise a smile.
So da Mama wanted to be a punk rocker? We’d all have to cover our ears if our Mom tried to sing, BOL! XOX Lucy, Xena and Chia (P.S. Don’t tell her we barked that!)
They sure were underdogs…MOL MOL…Great poem! Extra Pawkisses🐾😽💞
Perhaps music is in the eye of the listener? At any rate, you guys can ‘sing’ for us anytime.