Saturday, December 1, 2007

Puppy Poetry: The Trials of Being Little

It’s hard to be a little hound
You’re very near to the ground.

Everything you see is tall
When you’re very, very small.

When it rains your belly gets wet.
It’s hard to be a little pet.

The ground gets hot when its sunny.
And I’m so close to it that that ain’t funny.

In winter your belly really gets chilly
I’d wear a coat, but that looks silly.

Ice and snow and even sleet
Sure do freeze my little legs and feet.

But slipping on the ice isn’t bad at all
‘Cause little doggies don’t have far to fall!

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