V is for Velvet
April 25, 2012
Velvet
Sitting so smugly
with my new treasure
that bestest ever
Christmas day morn
Me, ever so precious
in my little girl
velvet church dress
clutching my bundle
of soft furry squirm
Pooling my puppy
in my lap
of my emerald velvet dress
feeling it grow
warm
and dark
as the puddle spread
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Lovely poem, and great topic for V!
Oh, no, don’t mean that the puppy wet your lovely new green velvet dress! No…so sad.
YOu, got it! I don’t think my mother was too impressed. Puppy day one had just started. It was a long first day.
Oh no! The dress is ruined.