The Milk Bone Dog

They must be plain They must be small Able to hold in-between His two front paws Just a nibble than a bite Tasty treat delight Savor the crunch Genghis lips smack Enjoying his snack He takes one out of the bowl In his mouth he carefully holds Walks around with the treasure Teasing Kublia with pleasure The silly dog hides them everywhere Milk bones milk bones here and there Hoping to go back for his treats Those that Kublia didn't find and eat He even eats his treats on my bed Leaving crumbs after he has fed Milk bone dog I must love you so He is my shadow and he knows Sixteen years a long time for sure For the blues the silly dog is the cure