Our Boy Fry


Our boy Fry is everybody’s friend,

he’ll leap up to kiss you and ignore my

command.  And although he looks officious

with his Sergeant Major moustache, our boy

Fry just wants his belly scratched.  He’s handsome,

but greedy and will sniff out a crumb.  Yet

to pet him and stroke him is to succumb

to his charm.  Our boy Fry can say sorry with

his eyes, but he never has to because

he never bites.  Yes he pulls on his lead

and barks at the door, but our dog Fry is

at ease, nuzzled up, sleeping, on the kitchen floor.


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