Pomeranian Poem
Turned up nose
Bright bug eyes
Tiny little paws
He looks wise
Triangular ears
Atop his head
His aim is to
Be in my bed
He sure does
Make me grin
My bed is warm
Because of him
Copyright © Janet Grace | Year Posted 2016
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