Gus
Don't make a fuss,
but here comes Gus.
Canine extraordinaire,
he smokes cigars, eats Milk-Bone, no cares.
Although our bigger dog, Beau, has got game,
Gus can play as well with him, just the same.
But, when Beau wears him out,
Gus doesn't pout.
He just lights up a stogie-
and revels that he's the alpha doggie!
Copyright © Regina Elliott | Year Posted 2024
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