Yeah I get it Woody
You ******* show off
You're a ******* archaeologist
Go dig up a new thing to impress me

So I see you love dogs?
What's a ******* wolf, *****?
"Uh I don't know isn't it a canine"
So too is a wolf
You love us?
Come get some

I've got a new dog and she's as pretty as she can be.
She has light brown fur and her name is Marie.
She is a very sweet dog and I'm glad that she's so tame.
She is special, that's why I gave her my mom's middle name.

She is mixed, she's part pit bull and part hound.
She is beautiful and I'm glad to have her around.
I love my new dog and she loves me.
I am very lucky to own Marie.

Never did I think
the little prankster pup
newly entered  in my life,
could express so quick
in a tongue not his;
ebulliently thankful,
he runs towards me
and yells  "PA PA"
every time I get near.

Agnes is an Applehead Chihuahua, that's her breed.
She is my canine who I show affection to and feed.
I recently learned that she's four years old, I thought she was a little older.
From time to time Agnes becomes hateful and I have to scold her.
But she's a beautiful dog who I think the world of.
For the rest of her life, she's an animal who I'll love.

I adopted my Chihuahua Dog two years ago today.
I'll be Agnes's last owner, she's here to stay.
I adopted her in Morristown, Tennessee.
I am lucky because Agnes is with me.
Two years has been how long I've known her.
I'm very happy and proud to be her owner.

You're looking at a man who has been blessed.
I have a dog and she's Daddy's little Princess.
My Chihuahua, Agnes is very special to me and I love her a lot.
She means more to me than anything else that I've got.
Agnes also loves me and she loves it when I stroke her dark brown fur.
I became a lucky man on the day when I adopted her.
Having Agnes for a pet is better than being wealthy, that's what I believe.
That's how I feel even though it's something that others may not perceive.

the twinkle in the eyes of pretty women on my walk

to class talk to me in screams  as they gleam

in the shining

Sun reflecting climbing home to

the dome of not-so-old poets with a deep longing

but will never show it for fear of convention

though that's pretty cynical because who gives a **** about it

anyway