The Girls
The Girls
Perfumed and groomed,
ribbons in their hair, so fair,
they are beautiful...
to me.
Shorty, she is the clever hound,
that knows how to bring my heart around.
She always leads me into trouble,
but that is really just okay,
even if it were double.
Curly is a wild one,
as her name implies.
She makes me chase
and play...
every day,
and makes me laugh,
in every way.
These are my girls,
they are my ladies' fair.
They are my life,
and sometimes...
in my hair.
(Written for you Dad)
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