Here are two poems for your dogs:
My humans had a party today
With famous guests: Justin T.
and a certain Madame de...
Glasses of Champagne, laughter...
I licked a puddle on the floor,
it smelled like old apples, delicious
fruits rotting on the ground, after they fall...
Blurry eyes, trembling paws,
I fell on the way to my bed.
Tullamore Dew, they call this brew,
Irish Whiskey.
What did I do?
My human likes poetry,
opera, drama,
guitar and flamenco.
Her music makes me sing,
makes me howl, and she laughs...
so I howl louder because
I like to make her happy.
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