She told him that her pitbull was a sweetheart.
And that he was the good sort.
She said that her pitbull wouldn't bite.
And he hoped that she was right.
He put out his hand for the dog to sniff.
The pitbull ripped his hand to shreds after it had taken a whiff.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Quite an interesting poem. Pitbull proved the perception was right. Thanks dear friend.