Bubba 14 (lemmy.world)
submitted 8 months ago by to c/poetry@lemmy.world
 

My smelly little buddy You can't stand to be touched without licking back

My sturdy companion You lean on my leg and I know it is love

Whoever passed you up was a fool I knew you were special you knew I meant well

You hurt yourself playing Now I can't stand to see how you can't stand on your own

Tomorrow we'll see the doctor I hope they have good news best friend

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