Bella’s Poem

A little queen dog waits,

With other dogs she will not play,

But fights for her right to stay.

Sitting atop her golden throne

not too high

as she fears the sky.

Filled with endless amounts

of all the treats she desires,

and toys that bring her many joys.

She loves to play

her walks kept short,

panting is such an unsightly sport.

Serviced by her human slaves,

spoiled and given

all she craves.

Barking at new beings,

Casually peeing in respect,

expressing her love to protect.

A little queen dog waits,

bringing happiness

and adding a speck of light,

making every day bright.