Poppy the Pitbull Poetry by Margaret Leora Workman; Warponie Art

Oh! this is my land
and this is where I stand.
As I sit on my derriere
I do not despair,
and do not stare,
you will eventually get your share
of my countenance and my own stare.
Oh! this is my lair
and that is my hair
to prove that I am on my land
and everything is at my hand.
I have my own music
and my own band.
I can sit here
and I won’t shed a tear
at your stupidity dear
as you walk by and hear
my stark, bark!
that will put you into dismay
and ever shivers of your spine
you swine!
you all will be mine!
And over time
it will tell
who gets to ring the bell!
Oh! But don’t forget that I am sweet
where is my promised treat!
You swine!
Poppy the Pitbull poetry by Margaret Leora Workman; Warponie Art