Peeved

Poetry 0 Minutes 
  Peeved
 
I once had an
Airedale named
Peeve.
 
(or she had a human named John).

she was a 
splendid pet 
I sometimes

called Steve.

forgiving me 
that tremor
of the

mind,

Peeve came 
whenever a friend 
 i needed to

 find.
 
she offered me, 
as all dogs must, 
unyielding loyalty,

bottomless love , 
and
unbreakable trust.
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Published by bothellboy

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