A soft white pooch with a red nose
A ribbon round his neck with a tiny rose
Is a bosom friend of Nolly
Loved more than any expensive dolly
He has a place on her potty chair
And sits like a king, fat and fair
The bathtub holds a special nook
For pooch to hang by his hook
Even in her dusty school bag
The pooch goes to school with his name tag
Happy he is when with her he sleeps
And consoles her whenever she weeps
Old with age and almost torn
But with a lot of kisses is daily adorn
She plans to take him to her hubby’s home
And in his name build a mausoleum with a dome
Nolly is my younger daughter, Naureen who has a fav toy dog.
it used to be that we could believe in happilly ever after
it used to be that pot of gold at the end of the rainbow
now we see atrocities on every channel on tv
yet we still believe
children used to run in the streets playing duck duck goose
now were constantly reminded that our neighbor might be on the loose
fighting rights from wrongs using justifications to get by
yet we still believe
corruption starting on the food chain line going to our kids
molestors disguising themselves as school monitors not registering with the state
texting becoming sexting and school proms are x rated
yet we still believe
these are the times we live in and the future for our kids
old fashion values and beliefs no longer exist
holy matrimony til death do us part husbands murdering their wives
yet we still believe
what will it take to make this world again safe
where car jackers dont elude
and diversity and freedom rule
i still believe do you