The Transforming Puppy
Even as I write this,
I am chuckling out loud.
My puppy is laying beside me,
Looking ever so proud.
Not only is he sleeping,
But amusing me too.
He is getting a beauty rest,
And creating an entertaining view.
The way he is laying,
Looks like a snail.
And the way he is snoring,
Sounds like a whale.
He is breathing so heavy,
And disturbing the house.
Now I am not surprised,
That he does not have a spouse.
He is really funny,
And he makes me smile.
His habits make me question,
His normal lifestyle.
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