Glory Knows His Owner Well
Her mouth always tells the story said Glory
Glory was her dog, who replaced dead Tori.
They looked like twins, weirdly enough.
But Glory knew his owner, he knew his stuff.
If her mouth is prissy and tight, you best run.
She’s in a foul mood, she will be no fun.
If she has a fake smile, that is even worse.
Take your cell phone and your purse.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2023
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