My Puppies

w c

My Puppies

 

There’s nothing like a litter of pups

To wake a sleeping young boy up

With their licking here and there

and their slobber in your hair

 

There was a photograph of the time

In an album my mom could find

When we played every day

With our dog and little mates

 

We understood the pups must go

though it was a sad thing to know

and we couldn’t really prepare

for their going anywhere

 

We were allowed to keep one pup

And the pick of the litter was really tough

With several pups beyond compare

And a few extraordinaire 

 

The many winners amongst the group

Wagged their tails and were little brutes

and would soon know how to retrieve

and find their place in the family 

 

 

 

  • Author: w c (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 18th, 2017 18:52
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