Our New Dog
You love your purebred. I'll love my
Whatachamacallit.
I wonder how he came to be at our back door?
I must admit
He is exquisite
For something I've never seen before.
You love your purebred. I'll love my
Whatachamacallit.
Darling he's a misfit that will fit
Right in with our children playing under
The sycamore.
I must admit
He's becoming my favorite.
God sent me something I can't ignore.
You love your purebred. I'll love my
Whatachamacallit.
Look love he has personality and wit
He brought my sleepers to me that were
Over there on the floor.
I must admit
Honey, this is going to be definite
He will live here forevermore.
You love your purebred. I'll love my
Whatchamacallit.
Now our family's complete I must admit.
Copyright © Bette Bavington | Year Posted 2019
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