The Flirt Poem by Carolyn Ford Witt

THE FLIRT

There she goes just
Prancing down the street;
Head held high,
Smooth pavement under feet.

Swinging hips
Going to and fro,
Pride just shining,
As you might surely know.

Silver necklace
Hanging 'round her neck,
Tripping so lightly,
Oh, so very quick.

Black hair glistening
Brightly, in the sun.
Flirting so blatantly,
Oh, so much fun.

As we come to the corner
Up her ears will perk.
I say Come along,
Give her leash a jerk..

Each day, just the two of us
Having our talk
As I take, my dog Mandy,
Out for her daily walk.


Author: Carolyn Ford Witt

9-9-06

By Ms. Caroline


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