"codi" poems
We have this Pom who just won't howl.
He'll sit and rumble, its not a growl
We know he's ready and set to bite
he gets cranky often, when it's late at night
he rides with me, on my bike
all self trained it's what he likes
sits real still, perched on my knee
perhaps you'll see us his names Codi
Nov 12, 2014
Nov 12, 2014 at 1:15 PM UTC