Polka Dots An English Greyhound

I was gifted a little gem; her name is Polka Dots. She's an English greyhound wench, stands as tall as a park-bench. She's white, full of black spots, slender stem, and loves apricots. Her previous owner use to race her, my gut would wrench. She's an English greyhound wench, stands as tall as a park-bench, eyes that melt your heart, lies around on my round leather couch. Her previous owner use to race her, my gut would wrench. We're both old slouches and once in a while, she becomes a grouch. Eyes that melt your heart, lies around on my round leather couch; she's white, full of black spots, slender stem, and loves apricots. Her previous owner use to race her, my gut would wrench. I was gifted a little gem her name is Polka Dots. 1/9/2019 Poetry Contest: Polka Dots Sponsored by: Edward Ibeh