My right foot was swollen along with my middle toe
the doctor gave me antibiotics for infection shows
The swelling was reduced and hopefully I'll be cure
but my dog Sassy has become slightly absurd
Sassy licks my foot with attention to that toe she craves
when ever I lie in bed barefoot to rest at end of the day
At first I didn't notice with diabetes hard for me to feel
but a slight sensation and I look to reveal
The silly girl dog was licking my foot like a meal
Sassy what are you doing what is the big deal
I hung my foot over the bed but she jumped to the floor
and she continue licking my foot even more
So I have to wear a sock and she sniffs and whines
is she a nurse dog or wanting to dine
Cosmo was watching her lick my foot wondering why
so the big boy sniffed it than left the room to hide
Sassy is silly and when I lie in bed
she eagerly wants me barefoot as if she is to be fed
Some dogs can smell illness and can be train to alarm
Sassy enjoys licking my sick foot I guess there is no harm.
Art deco is classy and sassy, chic and slick
Reminding me of that detective Tracy, Dick
With her square edges and her swirly q’s
Which no other art form could get confused
Art deco is a style that is classic and forever
I have tried to emulate it, do not get it right, ever
her sleek lines and her seductive vases and vials
can get this artist smiling appreciation for miles
Art deco is not easy to describe, but once understood
you recognize it instantly, as only a connoisseur could
I admire and respect her, she is a style of her own
Luckily, I have acquired a few pieces, they are in my home.
Lucy was a ladybug with a polka-dot chassie,
whose manners were totally sassy;
she’d sip morning dew
like a grand dame would do,
and declare every leaf most tres chic, brassy.
They must be plain not flavor
for my Sassy girl to favor
Medium size will do
and she wants to eat two
Milk Bones, Milk Bones, an old dog treat
favorite snack for Sassy to eat.
She likes to chew them with a crunch
tail wagging yummies to munch
And if she can she will
from Cosmo his she steals
But Cozzie will snap at her
and make her run and cry
I have to calm her down
a hug and milk bone erases her frown.
Now Cozziemoboy don't be crude
you steal from Sassy her food
So let her have a milk bone or two
for all you stolen least you can do
Cosmo a bit of a pig
for a dog he is really big
Sassy now seems so small
next to Cosmo he stands so tall.
Sassy is a funny girl
though older she is my baby
She tries to stare me down for a treat
No more milk bones girl, well maybe
Those big sad eyes win every time
Cosmo understands and begins to whine
Treat for her and treat for him
the happy tail wagging never ends.
My Sassy and Cosmo are the two dogs for me
Sassy a mix terrier and Cosmo a Great Pyrenees
Sassy has wire hair a little coarse to the touch
Cosmo coat soft as cotton feels like fluff
Cosmo a giant puppy clumsy and cute
his blondish white fur for him suits
Sassy coat like a Jack Russel terrier
left ear down right one up for merrier
Cosmo is a eating machine
licks his and Sassy 's dinner bowls clean
Sassy finally growls Cosmo away
so she can eat must have her say
They play together a little ruff
like two miniature grizzle tough
Growling barking biting no fear
their big paws my lawn they tear
They chase each other till worn out
then pant exhausted smiles about
At night they sleep side by side
Sassy his gal Cosmo her guy
Cosmo is in that chewing stage
bones and toys for his teeth to rage
He whimpers and whines to get his way
wants his chest scratched always
Sassy seems unsure at times
for Genghis and Kublai can't find
but with Cosmo she is not alone
Sassy and I adopted him, he's home.
sassy, sexy, seriously solid seahorses
each one enviable evidence of environmental energy
always alluring, ambivalent, aligning with allies
humane helpmates, hereditary friendly, heroic hierarchy
Organisms of oceans, outstanding and extraordinary
Reposing, relaxing, regenerating, rejuvenating
sassy, sexy, seriously solid seahorses
Emoting, encouraging, enthusing excitement
stop signs and sore toes
bright tomato pincushions
sassy strawberry
Sassy and Genghis they now get along
Sassy liked Kublai but he is now gone
Old Genghis still a little grouch
he growls at Sassy if she joins him on the couch
Sassy will at times kiss him and sniff his little face
when he is behind her sneaking a sniff takes place
Under the desk Genghis loves to hide and stay
when she crawls to greet him he growls her away
If on the bed Genghis cautious for Sassy rolls
he will yap at her and even hide behind pillows
Treat time Sassy gobbles hers right away
Genghis takes his time teasing her all day
Sassy lies down in front of him whimpering and whines
Genghis growls and wags his tail taking his sweet time
Though Genghis is little and Sassy twice as big
she never angers toward him is playful instead
She will steal his treat right under his nose
when playing keep away stay on your toes
They love barking together at anything in sight
they are more amusing than causing a fright.
Sometimes Sassy will sleep beside him
and Genghis is okay.
Without our sweet Sassy
Genghis would be lonely every day.
The fawn arrived at one o’clock on a sunny Sunday
In the middle of Australia, where her mother had consumed bits of hay
The birth was easy, onlookers were silent, loving their deer
This fawn, named Sassy, was glad she was born in the meadow here
Some deer are born into an anxious, hunter’s kind of world, but not she.
With confidence, she began to nurse, feeling happy to be Twitchy’s baby.
If I were a deer, I would want to be this one for sure.
The people who raise her herd have hearts that are pure.
Fashionable
Confident walk
Make eyes turning.
i wear my colors
as many as i can get
they feel sassy
I put hot pink pajamas on my cat Scat.
She twists her tail, for she knows where she’s at
A sassy, brassy, classy, ritzy, ditzy, diamond cat.
worth all the trouble, said my cousin Pat.
For she is smug and self-assured, a joyful cat.
I hear her coming now, with her pitter pat.
Dressed in her fancy pajamas, my cat, Scat.
Uh-oh, I think what she is carrying is a live rat!
Lotta would look cute in a box of crackers, his grandmother said.
She would look sassy in a roll of aluminum foil, said Uncle Ned.
Lotta’s assignment at school was to fashion a dress from the kitchen.
Unique, made of items that are usually discarded, her mother was ’n.
They were talking about the girl who dated their grandson Grips.
She ended up wearing a dress made of bags of potato chips.
Grandma had helped her design it, and frankly she looked rather cool.
This dress took the top prize that was given for this category in school.
My house echos with laughter with my Sassy girl
She will be two in November energizing my world
Watching her two little older brothers makes her glad
picks up all their habits the good and the bad.
Her left ear points up like a spear reaching for the sky
Her right ear lazily droops down to the side
Her nose is black and her eyes are brown
with a white face and a dark spot on her crown.
She loves to run and run and is playful to the bite
for she chews on her brothers as they scatter in fright
she gets so excited she jumps and whines
her tail wags so fast as if she was wind
She is still a little shy and cautious with new
She steals the boys treat and toys ever so shrewd
She barks as loud as thunder and rapid as gunfire
ever alert and guarding to all dogs she would inspire.
Yet she still has a puppy face and looks so cute
but growls like a grizzly bear to strangers aloof
Though she is still a little clumsy in my heart she resides
for every night in my bed she will sleep by my side.
Turquoise boots with rosettes feeling snappy today
Sassy, and sexy, as they prance dance your way
Along with the ruffled short skirt we give a sashay
Me and my owner, little Miss Debbie Lou Kay
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