A Doggie poem
My Noisy Dog By Eddie He scratches away at the newly laid parquet, yapping just like an old lady to have his say. He soundly snores when he sleeps, and woefully wines when he weeps. He growls when grumpy and bleak, snarls in grim need of reap. He whimpers when he’s meek, yodels and howls at any midnight creak. He sleuth-fully pitter-patters on all fours in “attempt” to silently seek, rubber-necks to take a quick peep. He slurps when he has heaps, always gulps to keep. He huffs and puffs to blow your house down, barks at the slightest moonlit sound.