I have a small black poodle.
Named Maggie Grace.
She loves my strudel.
She knows no stranger.
Loves all who see her.
She believes she is a ranger.
She will sit with me all day long.
I have to pet her 24 hours a day.
She will do this for a song.
Her tail wiggles back and forth.
She jumps in my lap.
To take a tiny nap.
She would eat herself sick.
If it wasn't for us.
Then she will give me a lick.
She asks for her treat.
She can sit pretty.
And rolls over.
If not for her I would be incomplete.
She sits a my feet.
Till I am done.
She is not offbeat.
If you are ever in town.
You can come meet.
My Maggie Grace.
Our little clown.
Author notes
This is for Jacob. I hope you enjoy.
A contest entry
- Give A Smile by faded dreams.
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Comments
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Very cute. The subject matter is wonderfully covered. I can see the dog in my mind. Please read through the rules again, I believe you may have forgotten one. Thanks for your entry.
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I have found the rule. thank you
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