My Dog - Poem by Marchette Chute
His nose is short and scrubby;
His ears hang rather low;
And he always brings the stick back
No matter how far you throw,
He gets spanked rather often
For things he shouldn't do,
Like lying-on-beds, and barking,
And eating up shoes when they're new
He always wants to be going
Where he isn't supposed to go.
He tracks up the house when it's snowing--
Oh, puppy, I love you so.
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