A small tale about my son's favorite stuff animal...
A rust red hand size dog...
as most dogs tend too
He wasn't sure of his name though
cause the woman called him Mista
and the man called him Do-Do
He was sure his name was Xavier
all these other names were confusing
He would call the little guy friend
if it was to his choosing
Pooters liked his owners soft skin
and the way he squoze his body
he wished he could be in his arms all
the time but the lady took him
away sometimes oddly
She took him away when his friend
ate which Pooters found strange
she'd lay him down with Pooters sometimes
but Pooters saw him alot when he
got changed
She took him away when he went to
see the lady in the white coat
Pooters didn't like her he decided already
by making a quick mental note
Because whenever he went to the white
coat lady he would always cry
she did something mean to him
and Pooters didn't know why
but the man and lady was always
there to wipe away those tears
the man saying it's ok Do Do
the lady giving Pooters to his
friend while bouncing shaking
Pooters ears
Pooters didn't understand why they took
him away in the first place if his friend
asked he would get her (the white coat lady)
he was sure that would make
his little friend feel a whole lot better
Poetry by Will
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Written on 2006-08-08 at 20:34
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A rust red hand size dog...
POOTERS A boy's best friend
Pooters really liked his human companionas most dogs tend too
He wasn't sure of his name though
cause the woman called him Mista
and the man called him Do-Do
He was sure his name was Xavier
all these other names were confusing
He would call the little guy friend
if it was to his choosing
Pooters liked his owners soft skin
and the way he squoze his body
he wished he could be in his arms all
the time but the lady took him
away sometimes oddly
She took him away when his friend
ate which Pooters found strange
she'd lay him down with Pooters sometimes
but Pooters saw him alot when he
got changed
She took him away when he went to
see the lady in the white coat
Pooters didn't like her he decided already
by making a quick mental note
Because whenever he went to the white
coat lady he would always cry
she did something mean to him
and Pooters didn't know why
but the man and lady was always
there to wipe away those tears
the man saying it's ok Do Do
the lady giving Pooters to his
friend while bouncing shaking
Pooters ears
Pooters didn't understand why they took
him away in the first place if his friend
asked he would get her (the white coat lady)
he was sure that would make
his little friend feel a whole lot better
Poetry by Will
Read 400 times
Written on 2006-08-08 at 20:34
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