
Standing guard through the centuries
At the foot of the bed no less
Ever eager, just to please
~
He’ll play and make a mess
But how much he loves you
You’ll never have to guess
~
Unmistakably, a friend forever true
He will rise to your defense
Against a man or a tiny shrew
~
Trust him too, and in his sense
Of all that’s good or bad
Notice to whom he takes offense
~
Man’s best friend, the best I’ve had
Immortalized in oil paint
Standing by me forever, both of us glad
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About the Creator
C.Z.
A slightly inspired, barely motivated, lover of fact and fiction
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