My Posh Poodle
I have a posh poodle whose name is Miss Sentry
All night she stands vigil to stop a theive's entry
But she treats them like kin
And ushers them in
As if they were noble French gentry
by Robert Gorelick
Thieves love the posh poodle Miss Sentry
She awaits their canoodles aplenty
Though the posh poodle's on guard
The thieves melt her sweet heart
By bringing her steaks to gain entry.
by Belle Bellevue
2/27/23
Collaboration 3/11/23
Copyright © Robert Gorelick | Year Posted 2023
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