The cold of night will soon be at hand.
Butch is my company I have no fear.
His warm body makes me feel grand.
He's like a heating blanket when he's near.
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Butch is my buddy on him I depend.
He guards and protects me the whole night through.
He's always with me we're friends to the end.
There's nothing for me that he would not do.
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BUT, things are not always rosy and pink.
Even though I love Butch with all my heart.
Last night again I did not sleep a wink.
Don't know what he ate, all he did was fart?
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God If You're list'ning, and hear my prayer.
Send me a "gas mask" I need some fresh air~
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- Author: Thad Wilk (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: September 30th, 2024 08:04
- Comment from author about the poem: Shakespearean Sonnet... Yes Sonnets can be funny, cuz I say so !
- Category: Spiritual
- Views: 1
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