First of all, I would like to make it clear that I am not a poet. In fact, you’ll notice that I didn’t follow any poety laws or any particular form. This is meant to be funny and hopefully you’ll enjoy it.
My parents let me borrow Addie, to have a puggle sleepover one night and they said we could have another sleepover if I wrote a blog about it. So here it is.
There’s nothing like a puggle sleepover.
It starts out with spastic running around the apartment,
then it turns to snuggling under a cover.
You’d never know
just seconds ago
she was chasing her tail like a merri-go
Then it’s off to bed we go
and it’s time to snuggle
with my cute little puggle.
Sleeping, snoozing, snoring
that continues until it’s morning
and we wake up from dreams that were probably boring.
The next day is here.
It’s crystal clear,
when I feel a tear
I know the sleepover is over.
Back home I take her
as I am her personal chauffer
and I know I can’t wait for my next puggle sleepover.