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Puppy
Who can think what a puppy is for?
I know for sure, They make messes galore.
They lift up their leg, and mark on the chair,
Chew on your slippers, Cause they just don't care.
Ticks and feas make a home in there hair,
You wash and you shave them, Until they are bare.
Teeth fall out as they chew up the house,
No buttons are found on your favorite blouse.
They bark at the telly, and let up
a roar,
Sometimes you push them right out of the door.
They run up the road and won't even come back,
You trudge on down and give them some flack.
To bed you go and they're right in the
middle,
You wait and pray you'll not feel a piddle.
They lick at their body parts, then kiss your nose,
And deposit their breakfast, Right on to your clothes.
Well I guess puppies are to wrap
arms around,
When all in world seems dismal and brown?
Yes, the simple joy of petting this hound,
Makes us all happy he's out of the pound.
Linda LaRae
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