Pitite Bisou. Poem by Greta L Suits

I slept with Pitite

Every night

She didn't growl

She didn't bite.

Recall: whose pup

Under the bed?

For godsake, Mom...

Such love instead.

Thank-you folks

For blessing me

My friend, white ball

Of fur - to 'bee'.

What 'quanto here

Beside my coke,

And Prince and Mark

Between the spoke.

A bond of fluff

In light and dark

To me she'd speak...

She had her 'bark! !

My babe...

The apple

Of my eye.

I'm sorry girl,

I made you cry.