My Poooodle Beaujangles

Poodle smoodle curly top noodle My babyboy Living toy with a tick tock tail, and oo la lah a haircut by a French ladiee. He prances head high showing off his moustache, makes em’ think his owners mint their own cash. He dines on chicken and rice, but Ice-cream sssshush don’t say the word his black eyes will melt your greedy bones, hide in a cupboard to lick your cones. Oh god don’t let him smell your juicy mangoes, he’ll do a back flip or walk a high wire just for a piece of your mango desire. I love the lickerholick smut but am I losing the plot, buying him toys an’ even a cot. I want him in silky pyjamas with nappy and dummy, brush his fleece and powder his tummy. But no no no I’ve come to my senses that’s gone all foggy, after all’s said and done he’s only a doggy and to the fact I’m so soppy, but he sure is one of the loving cuddly kind, An' he needs all that love For he is also blind.