Our Boy Fry

by Iwan and Teagan Parry aged 8 and 7

Our boy Fry is everybody’s friend,
He’ll leap up to kiss you and ignore my command.
And although he looks officious
with his Sergeant Major moustache,
our boy Fry just wants his belly scratched.

He’s handsome, but greedy and will sniff out a crumb.
Yet to pet him and stroke him is to succumb
to his charm.
Our boy Fry can say sorry with his eyes,
but he never has to because
he never bites.
Yes, he pulls on his lead
and barks at the door,
but our dog Fry is at ease,
nuzzled up, sleeping,
on the kitchen floor.

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