A baker’s dog,
Ran the town,
No home, no rhythm

She used to be a baker’s dog,
Now she is a pilgrim

From fetching dust and chasing mice,
She ran the lands not once but twice

She found a home on strangers’ floors,
She knows no baker,
Not no more

Ode to the Pug
A Sonnet by Rhiannon
My caring pug, you inspire me to write.
How I love the way you hug, laugh and play,
Invading my mind day and through the night,
Always dreaming about the holiday.

Let me compare you to an unique moon?
You are more friendly and more magical.
Bleak sun heats the special peaches of June,
And summertime has the creative classical.

How do I love you? Let me count the ways.
I love your intelligent heart and eyes.
How your personality fills my days!
My love for you is the daring disguise.

Now I must away with a glaring heart,
Remember my magical words whilst we're apart.

I really like you
But we can't be together
Unless you want to

If I keep lying
I won’t be able to know
If they like me back

"Talk to me later?"
I asked you today in class
"Sure," you smiled at me