The Golden Rule
A phrase we’re all familiar with
I write about today
In slightly different context
my words come out to play
For in my house there dwells a pup
who bears a fleece of gold
A tongue of pink for kisses
a paw he’ll let you hold
Retriever is his trait by name
He never gets the blues
He’s much too busy chasing balls
and hiding grandma’s shoes
His eyes so brown and gaze so deep
could melt the coldest heart
The fluffiest companion
and oh, did I say smart
Yet I digress, back to that phrase
I’ll take you all to school
For in my house, treats on demand
That is “The Golden Rule”
For
Monte, My beautiful Golden Retriever
Copyright © Mike Gentile | Year Posted 2023
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