Dogs
Cute little ones
More like sons
Long sticky tongues
To eat any crumbs
Some hate the buzz
Some the bugs
Some love the hugs
Some the rugs
Cute as it comes
Running to the clubs
Stays with you for years
And spoils everything, tubs and shoes
But he’s got a bigger skull
And would know if there’s a flood
Cute little buds
Clever than us
Little juicy kutty plums
Adds color in your lives
Bigger he becomes
Increasing in kilograms
Comfortably snugs
And gets the heart in hers
Jerusha