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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