Pixie Loves Bottles
It's my fault Pixie loves bottles
On a whim I once gave her one
Now I want it brought to a Halt
But she will not be undone
Sad eyes are giving me glances
I hurry to empty my drink
She prances off, with the bottle
Accenting her nails painted pink
She loves toys, sticks and leaves
Balloons and balls and much more
But, she'll leave them all behind
When a bottle's thrown on the floor!
Copyright © Pat Adams | Year Posted 2017
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