Monday, December 6, 2010
now I lay me down to sleep
Dear Saint Bichon De Frise,
as I lay me down to sleep,
My thoughts I gather in a heap.
Patron Saint of Powder Puffs
I pray to thee, is that enough?
Keep mine and me all safe from harm
and please maintain my Bichon charm.
Food and shelter are very nice
So are air conditioning and ice.
Toys and rides are always grand
and fresh food is better than canned
Keep me healthy and free of fleas
So I keep doing what I please.
Make the Wendy play with me
and let me outrun JD.
Give momma lots of energy to bake
so my treats she will make
Make the daddy take us out
We have fun with him without a doubt.
Send the Dowi home for a bit
So I can play with her and visit
Tell the nonna to come over
My zampina needs a mover...
Saint Bichon de Frise
I end my prayer now 'cause
I am sleepy and tired somehow
I did make you proud today
because I was the most Bichon I could be
No work - all PLAY!!!
Oh yes, please keep an eye on the rescue Bichons
looking for forever homes.
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Lovely poem :) I'll be back soon!!!
Amantine Aurore Dupin aw, 'vie, I love you, ma p'tite cherie.
Marlene Celso comfortable and cozy in dreamland
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