My Foxy Friend
My foxy friend, she so fine, I love her
So much, her exotic purple fur and
Her long and luscious tail (a youngster
Compared to me). To be in a band
Is her dream, (as is mine) to be famous.
It could happen, me the drummer boy, her
The guitarist, make sweet music, stupendous
Sound (I dream it, so sweetly, like amber).
Yellow eyes, like two bars of stolen gold.
(She fears the tiny eight-legged creatures
That crawl than pounce onto her. She must hold
On to me, hating it’s extra features).
But, how could I, a dog, a down and dirty
Dog, ever be with someone so foxy.