Pixie
Pixie the poodle
Of the teacup kind,
Is a temperamental lady
Who knows her own mind.
Her face is a triangle
With floppy fluffed ears,
That remind me of pom poms,
Used to lead cheers.
On top of her head
Is a small puff of hair,
And at the tip of her tail
You'll find a puff there.
She dances and prances
On four tiny legs,
To gain our attention
As she shamelessly begs.
Miniature dancer,
She'll fit in your hand,
A delicate diva,
Who barks out demands.
Once lovely and fine,
Now toothless and old,
She's as feisty as ever
And still just as bold.
Her sight may be fading,
And she sleeps most the day,
But Pixie's still dancing
And getting her way
Copyright © Kim Merryman | Year Posted 2011
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