Love Poem: I Want a Doggy
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Written by: Paula Goldsmith

I Want a Doggy

Oh how I want a doggy, 
a bundle of love and fur.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    Someone to hold and love,
someone to cuddle with when I sleep. 
                                                                                                                                                                                   
I asked my dad, 
he said maybe.                                                                                                                                                                                                              I asked my mom,
she said no way.                                                                                                                                                                                           I even asked Santa, 
he forgot little old me. 
                                                                                                                                                                                                         
Each night I dreamed,
I dreamed all about my new furry friend.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                        
A friend to play with,
a friend to talk to.                                                                                                                                                                           
                                                                                                                                                                                                           
One day my new friend appeared,
he was walking across my back yard.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                               I called Spot,
he came a limping to me.                                                                                                                                                                                                                     His feet were hurt from a long walk, 
a walk that lead him right to me.     
                                                                                                                                                                                
As we got to the back door, 
I screamed for my dad.                                                                                                                                                                                                  Dad picked up Spot with loving care, 
into the kitchen to wash and bandage his paws.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                           I watched and rubbed Spot's head, 
showing him all of my love.     
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              
A few days later, 
Spot was all healed and ready to play.                                                                                                                                                                                                                      My doggy, 
a bundle of love and fur was here to stay.                                                                                                                                                                                                                            Someone I can hold and love,
someone I can cuddle with when I sleep.                                                                                                                                                                           Written Date: 2/9/2020Let the Pens Flow-narrative Poetry Contest and Sponsored by: Jenish Somadas