My Dog, the Boxer

My Dog, the Boxer

My dog’s got dreams, so wild, so grand,

To be a boxer, to take a stand.

Not the breed, no, that’s not the game,

But a champ in the ring, earning his name.

With paws as swift as a lightning streak,

A growl that’s fierce, yet cheek to cheek.

He practices jabs on his favorite toy,

A fearless fighter, my pride and joy.

But oh, the hurdles he’s yet to learn,

Like gloves for paws that twist and turn.

And how will he bark the victory roar,

When standing tall on the boxing floor?

Yet still, I cheer my little champ,

With dreams so bright,

his spirit’s damp-proof lamp.

For who am I to say he’s wrong?

A boxer’s heart is where he belongs.

So here’s to my dog with the fiery dream,

May his courage shine, a glowing beam.

For boxer or not, he’ll always be,

The greatest champion—right here with me.