Never tickle a sleeping dragon.
Tuesday, February 19, 2008
Toby Poem
Heh, I just found a piece of paper with a poem my nephew had written about my dog...
Toby
He runs he plays
He jumps he stays,
He's Toby.
He drops fur here
He runs in fear,
He's Toby.
He smells real bad
He grunts when he's mad,
He's Toby.
Toby
He runs he plays
He jumps he stays,
He's Toby.
He drops fur here
He runs in fear,
He's Toby.
He smells real bad
He grunts when he's mad,
He's Toby.
