The Pleasant Yapping of My Slippers
I wear my little dogs like bedroom slippers
They rush about the house, those little nippers
The black one and nut brown
Up the staircase down
Sometimes we go to town
In my bedroom gown.
They run with me upon them through the woods
I love them more than all my wealth and goods
With hair flung out behind
There's nothing on my mind
My doggies are so kind
It matters not I'm blind.
Copyright © Jessica Amanda Salmonson | Year Posted 2018
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