A four line poem about: the puppy.
We had a better than expected market this morning, which was certainly nice. But even without that it felt great being behind the table again and seeing a lot of familiar faces.
Plus there was a girl in our area trying to sell the cutest puppy ever. I didn't ask how much it would cost because that would have lead to us bringing it home and we're not quite ready for that yet.
Anyway, I've been up since 5:30 this morning, so...
This little creature,
I cannot deny,
Controls my actionsWith his puppy eyes.