My Pup

When I'm down in a rut,

 

I usually turn to my mutt. 

 

But, he always makes me scratch his little butt.

 

When I stop, he looks at me like he's saying 'what'?

 

His expression is priceless, giving me the feeling of eating a good jelly donut.

 

Besides, how can I say no to my little peanut? 

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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