This Poem was Submitted By: Lola Blaze On Date: 2000-07-24 21:07:12 . . . Click Here To Mail this Poem to a Friend!

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Rose

Hey, if you don't stop it right now we'll ship you to the spice islands and that's until the end of time. Who could stand to listen to you snuzzle and focus on your fur. You're truly driving us crazy! We've heard the gently blowing palms provide enough shade for humans, so surely the likes of you would find it suitably fitting. The beaches are of cinnamon and the air is full of allspice and the palms lay a bed of mace. So, go ahead and do what you must do, and when you are finished,  you'll come back smelling like a rose.

Copyright © July 2000 Lola Blaze

Additional Notes:
A silly poem written for my
year old English Setter, Rose.


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