When he's bouncing down the hall,
Thunder Paws is what you call.
Thumping, thudding, in your ear,
That's the sound, you will hear.
Tipping, tapping, as he walks,
Yepping, yapping, when he talks.
Bouncing, jumping everywhere,
Bumping falling here and there.
As that puppy starts to grow,
He bats those feet, to and fro.
Watch out for his dewy claws.
Don't get mauled by Thunder Paws
He's so sweet and silly too,
He plays hard and acts a fool.
He's a marvel, he's a clown,
He's the biggest pup in town.
TLH © 02-12-2012
*note about this poem
Copyright © Tanya Harrington