Robert was a sweet little mutt.I am doing my deep breathing and reminding myself that rhyming dictionaries, and yea, even the English language, do not have feelings.
His favorite food was cashew nut.
Eating it had given him a bit of a gut.
He didn't like to get in a rut.
When he was proud he would sometimes strut.
He had a sweet little tail growing out of his butt.
When his mother would call him, he would say, "What?"