He Chews on His Ball
He chews on his ball.He's had a hard day.
He traveled by car, but
he wanted to play.
He sat in his seat, when
he went to the mall.
More patient than me,
he comes when he's called..
He dreams in the dark.
He craves eating treats.
He romps in the park,
and greets those he meets.
He so loves to swim.
He so hates his bath.
He tries getting lost, but
he always comes back.
He loves being loved.
He devours the hog.
He likes nothing more
than to just be with dogs,
and wrestle the grass,
and sniff and bite lips.
He's glued to my side,
with his chin on my hips.
His abandon is fine.
Dedication sublime.
With such love to burn,
I've so much to learn.
He hassles the cat.
She's a cat after all.
And when the day's done,
he chews on his ball.
(or the toilet paper, at his discretion)
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