I slept with Pitite
Every night
She didn't growl
She didn't bite.
Recall: whose pup
Under the bed?
For godsake, Mom...
Such love instead.
Thank-you folks
For blessing me
My friend, white ball
Of fur - to 'bee'.
What 'quanto here
Beside my coke,
And Prince and Mark
Between the spoke.
A bond of fluff
In light and dark
To me she'd speak...
She had her 'bark! !
My babe...
The apple
Of my eye.
I'm sorry girl,
I made you cry.
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