Cha-Ly
Charlie says he cannot talk,
For he is a dog, a dog,
That can walk,
Jog not for him,
Is much too hard.
But has fun playing,
With his toys,
In his fenced in
Backyard.
Sorrow for him,
Should not be shed,
For happiness abounds.
Come have a look,
See how happy.
He can be.
Copyright © Kenneth Fordham | Year Posted 2008
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