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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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