ROSES ARE RED 

Roses are red Violets are blue,
This poem's for you
And other Dog lovers too...
Puppy is Red,
My skin is all blue,
He attacks my shins
And bites through my shoes.
Puppy is red
Don't make him blue,
Get that meal ready
Or he'll sass at you.
Kongs are red
The toy box is blue,
You'd think he'd like them
Wouldn't you?
Puppy is red
His last toy was blue.
You won't find it
Till you pick up his poo.
Roses are red
We don't have any more.
He ate the last one
After he crashed through the door.
Puppy is red
He teethes on your face,
Chews on the bed,
Toys all over the place!
Puppy is red
He's full of life.
He tackles everything
Mostly my wife...

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