Jerome
I’m a sad little homeless puppy. I named myself Jerome.
I’m in a big store waiting for someone to give me a home.
I’m sitting here in the window. I know I’m not very obscure.
I don’t know why kids don’t like me, or how I got here for sure.
A child asked Santa for a puppy. She couldn’t make up her mind.
That’s why I’m so many colors. I guess I’m one of a kind.
She asked for a puppy with short ears, long legs and a tiny head.
It’s clear the elves didn’t listen, because they made me instead.
I know I’m not what she asked for. She didn’t want a puppy that smiled.
I hope somebody will see me, and buy me for some other child.
I promise I’ll never make messes. I’ll never chew up your socks.
I won’t bark at the doorbell, and you won’t have to take me on walks.
It doesn’t cost money to feed me. I won’t ever lick your face.
I live on hugs and affection, and you can take me anyplace.
I see all the children pass by me. They won’t even give me a look.
They say they want a real puppy. Well, I’m pretty real in my book.
I wish Santa would tell me.. the where, the why, and what for.
Shouldn’t I be in a window, where toys are and not a pet store?
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If you’re buying your kids that bicycle..The one with the shiny chrome.
It’s okay if I’m stuffed in a stocking. I’m Jerome and I sure need a home.
Remember all the animals.. The many who need your help.
A dollar or two makes a difference. Find Joy in the giving..”Yelp! Yelp!”
Those 70ish Girls 