This picture of RUFUZ inspired this poem...Rufie & Edity this is for you...okay!!

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Pastel Care

Oh my name is RUFUZ

Oh and I sleep in style

On my daddy’s bed and smile

A bed covered in colors of pastel

A place so gentle to be

It caresses my furry skin you see

I am my daddy’s only “next of kin”

And what ever I might inherit

Would be a sin

Like the flea on my skin

I would love to share it

With all my heart in it

But most definitely not

With another bard

Or anybody else with a greenish fart

I may be a big dog now

But only the love of my daddy allow me

To relax on his pastel bed and fart like him

Oh yes so by the way

His name is Ed

That sounds very much like bed

But when I get mad at him

Or my mommy

On those days when mommy share his bed

When they kick me out

I feel like howling it out loud

And say

GET OUT OF THAT BED ED

You’ve got a DOG to fed

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