Nose Chose Poem by Ima Ryma

Pups, my puppy dog, and I do
Open the window and gaze out
To a sunny day, sky is blue,
And lots of fresh air all about.
We cannot leave the house right now,
Breakfast's about ready to eat,
Bacon and eggs and puppy chow.
But afterward, a walk we'll greet.
A purple and white butterfly
Does flutter near to Pups it goes,
After choosing to pass me by.
The butterfly lands on Pups' nose.

On salt, butterflies like to dine.
Pups nose is saltier than mine.