I may be just a dog, okay a mutt,
But nobody can call me a slut,
My daddies poetry may be in a rut,
But not me, my poetry is like my meat,
Well cut…
I write for all dogs in the world,
I do this as to the world I herald,
My fur does shed, but never is it curled,
Sometimes though my dads brush has to,
It unfurl…
So be totally true ,
I would never on your hand chew,
Do I belong in a zoo,
Or should I keep writtin’ poetry for you…?
© Rufuz $ 04-16-2007