Call For Cassie Poem by Ima Ryma

The Christmas tree's just been put up.
I hear call, 'Cassie, ' in the air.
My human is calling this pup,
No doubt about some Christmas wear.
Every Christmas without fail
When the tree's up it's the time of
Showing me off from head to tail.
My human I do truly love.
A picture taken by the tree
Of me is tradition to do.
Donned with gay apparel is me,
Festively clad, an awesome view.

So here I pose in my new dress,
Good humoring humans I guess.