Poem about a good man,who built his dog.a beautiful house…

Here I’m happy, in my beautiful home,

I’m a happy puppy, and never alone…

When I see John, I lick him to death,

when he is gone, I lick his wife Beth…

My home is warm, and its very dry,

inside I can hide, as people walk by…

Its a dog’s cabin, built with love and care,

its my live in, people come and stare…

You are very welcome, to come and stay with me,

and I promise everyone, you wont find a flea…

I live here alone, in my special log house,

throw me a bone, and I’ll act like a mouse…

I love my John, he feeds me by hand,

our bond is strong, he’s a dog’s best man…

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