It can be floppy,
The fur that smells so pretty
The kiss so pure and sticky
Because, the tongue was so giggly!
The please of the eye keeps me smile
It sits the way I like,
Then come as I scream its name
My ideal Best friend come its way.
It can eat as much as we can't
but with its slime I feel its a dime.
It could grow as big as I can
But whatever size it is my ideal mind
The color would be white or orange
like a fruit it stays cooling.
It'll guard my plant
It'll die for my pants.
But for now, it'll always be an ideal
Tomorrow I shall work hard for non denial
Just to have it, I'll come through no ends
Because it'll be the perfect trend.