Under everything I go
Under not over
Fast and not slow.
Looking fur my squeaky toy
Because it gives me so much joy.
I think I left it under a chair,
But when I look it isn't there;
Under tables and under hats,
But all I find are baseball bats!
I hope Sammy likes my poem and I hope you do too.
It was a little bit hard to write.
Until Next Time
From Beautifur Vancouver
Louis Dog Armstrong
Louis the Blogging Dog