Roxanne wrote this poem about Friday for me.
Friday
by Roxanne Haverland
Friday has that glare in his eyes
His wet black nose is like a strawberry
His flappy ears are floppy like a noodle
When he brings out his love...
His brown fur is like chocolate
but not just any chocolate... delicious chocolate
When he wags his tail he is happy
What can be better than this? Nothing
THE END
by Roxanne Haverland
Friday has that glare in his eyes
His wet black nose is like a strawberry
His flappy ears are floppy like a noodle
When he brings out his love...
His brown fur is like chocolate
but not just any chocolate... delicious chocolate
When he wags his tail he is happy
What can be better than this? Nothing
THE END
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