Our Dog Doc Poem by ERNEST CLARY
Our Dog Doc
Our dog doc loves to play in the water
he swims and plays about
like an otter he wont come out
he brings sticks and branches to the shore
then jumps back in to go get more
he wont even come out to eat
or to take a rest when he's beat
like a monster on a rant in the sea
he comes to the bank to pant filled with glee
on the way home he moans so sad
wont shut up till I give him bones
then he's glad
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5/5/2024 12:28:16 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Oh, what a fun dog Doc is and he knows what he likes. Cute poem Ernest - say hello to Doc for me. A '10! ' Best Wishes, Marilyn