photo by Mommie

ARF ARF ARF
a poem written by Ronnie the Dog

Ronnie is sad, oh so sad.
I can’t jump up on your lap,
that would only make you laugh
and my leg hurts bad, so bad

Ronnie feel so all alone,
bored as bored can be.
No one here to talk to
inside this crummy cone.

Bambi ate the very last rose,
my anger grew and grew,
cause momma loves roses so,
so I bit him on the nose.

Bambi had good luck.
when I almost chased him off
I almost took him down, when
his mighty rear legs struck.

I won’t always be a useless slug.
And Bambi better watch out.
Now, I’m a pooping foot warmer,
a sweet little cozy rug.

I’ll get better, wait and see.
Bambi won’t get the best of me.
My inside lion is waking up
and venison is good for me.