I can't handle the pressure
Of trying to stay fit.
My favorite things to do
Are eat and sleep and sit.

I get to go for walks
Periodically throughout the day.
My favorite walk to take
Is the one before I hit the hay.

I've been on a strict diet
Over the last year or so.
Diet dog food, diet treats
So my bulging belly don't grow.

The condo in which we live
Has a weight limit that makes me itch.
So I lost some pounds, impressing all
Especially this Pomeranian bitch :)

She struts by me all the time
Flaunting her perfect figure.
I tell everyone she's not my type
But (secretly) I dig her.

One of these days I'll ask her out
To the dog park for a bone.
But my Mom will surely keep a close eye
So we'll never be alone.

This poem is finally ending.
My typing tolerance is getting low.
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