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 man’s racehorse
The whippet could run in many of a course
Competing with, no matter what the source.

The act of sporting, this is the whippet’s zest
Running like the wind, becomes its quest
Effortlessly gliding, always beating the rest.

A powerful body that’s built for speed
The whippet’s 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 that’s 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.


August 9, 2004
Copyright ©2004 Darren M. Grine

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