This is the sequel to my first poem, “Rocket.” This details more about what Rocket does, including him licking the dirty dishes when I’m trying to load the dishwasher, and how he hates his crate.
[Intro]
This is about my baby boo, we call him Rock-a-roo
He loves licking the dishes too
Even though they're dirty, ew!
[Verse 1]
When he's a sleepy pup, you can give him lots of love
But when he's awake, you're gonna quake, 'cause he's a bite-y boy
Run to get him a toy! He's such a speckled guy
When you leave him, he might cry!
[Verse 2]
The crate is his #1 enemy, or it might be Remy
He's such a good "helper"
Though he doesn't respect his elders
His floppy ears just might bring you to tears
[Outro]
He is the cutest, and he will give you tons of smooches