Poem: THE BOXER

He’s a brown dog

            called a Boxer

with a black face

            like a fist

and tho’ he looks a bruiser

            he’s not a pugilist.

 

He may look quite pugnacious

            but his looks they do belie

because if you look closely

            there’s a twinkle in his eye.

 

With a coat so smooth and shiny

            he looks both smart and trim-

and when he wags his stumpy tail

            his tail wags more than him.

 

By SHE

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