My Beautiful Puppy
My beautiful puppy
(This puppy in the poem isn’t my pet, just my friend)
He was very small
At that time,
And I’m telling you in this rhyme,
He’s my beautiful puppy.
He has some brown spots,
And his eyes have a shine,
And at that time I fell in love with him,
And wish it could be mine.
I kept some biscuits near the park,
And saw his face was calm,
And at me,
I’ve never seen him bark.
His skin is white,
He is not tall,
So he doesn’t have a good height,
Like other puppies.
My puppy is very brave,
With danger he fights,
He barks on his enemies,
With his voice so hard and tight.
But once he suffered from a disease,
By eating contaminated food,
He and me,
Both were not feeling good.
But somehow he was saved,
And we again had fun,
We were very happy,
And we started to run.
And now he’s grown up,
But still he can’t be called as a dog,
But really for me,
He’ll always remain my pup.
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