The puppy

When I grow up to be a man

I want to be like Dad

I want lots of ribbons and things

And some women he hasn't had

 

My Mommy says there's lots of time

Get out of my face, go play

So I'll be good as I can be

Until she walks away

 

I know you must have practised Dad

You make it look so easy

And the best part of all you see

Is the girls round here are sleezy

 

Mommy reads all the books

and thinks she's so darn smart

But I know I'm her favourite

She knows it in her heart

 

The breeders think I'm gorgeous

My temperament is the best

If I'm so pretty special

Why does Mommy call me pest

 

One day when I'm like Daddy

And have a Championship too

She'll consider herself lucky

To pick up all my POO

 

For now I'm just hanging out

Doing what guys do

Checking out all the babes

And bugging Mommy too!

 

Now I've gone and told a lie

It's time to go to bed

So I'll just snuggle up with Teddy

and rest my little head.

(© Carol Kufner) 

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I would like to thank Carol Kufner for her kind permission to publish her poems on my blog.