| General Poetry
posted November 23, 2024 |
Size is not everything.
Pup Tart*s Tail
In a bustling city where buildings stand tall,
There lived a small dog who feared nothing at all.
His name was Pup Tart, a feisty scrappy delight,
With a heart full of courage and spirit so bright.
No matter the size, no matter the shade,
He welcomed all dogs, the fierce and the staid.
To Pup Tart, a friend was a pure treasure to find,
And his latest companion? - a poodle who's blind.
At St. Alain Gardens, the park was their stage,
Where laughter and barks wrote a page after page.
Pup Tart would guide his new friend through the field,
Proving that love is a force that won't yield.
The poodle, though sightless, could sense every sound,
With Pup Tart beside him, no fear could be found.
Together they'd play, an odd but sweet pair,
Chasing the wind in the crisp autumn air.
Pup Tart loved the colors, the red leaves and gold,
But even more cherished the stories untold —
Of dogs with their struggles, their quirks and their scars,
To him, they were radiant, brighter than stars.
So if you should visit that dog park someday,
You might see a small dog, so lively and gay,
Who’s leading a friend, with a heart that's as wide —
That's Pup Tart, the hero, with love as his guide.
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