I am Your Poodle And You are My Pug

   It was end of autumn,

In the yellow garden

playful were u with your own tail

I was riding my  car.

I glanced at you      

Glued to the spark of your eye

I barked a sexy Bow!

And you roared BOW WOW!!

2 rounds of seasons down the lane,

Now we are not 2 but 8,

I look like my aunt Piggy,       

And my bossom loves da gravity.

     We fought for the bones,

We fought for the stones,

You broke my jaw,

I twisted your tail.

Retired hurt we both come around,

No more sexy BOW,

No more Roaring BOW WOW!!

We slowly strolled together.

I wipe my nose on your cheeks,

You smile back to me,

Where I don’t have to try hard,

To say I love you, I love you a lot.

On your birthday My Pug!

I ll get you a lot of bones,

You get me a lot of stone,

So we don’t fight like cats,

We will make love like horny cows,

Let there be love and not war,

I am thinking of

Making way from 8 to 12.

( Distracted from my books, I found a poem I wrote for my then boyfriend on his birthday, not bad eh? )