The Perfect Girl

The Perfect Girl

A Poem by Whiskurz

I love the way she looks at me
When we go out for a walk
I love how she just listens
And always lets me talk
I love the way she lets me choose
What we're watching on TV
And when I leave to go to work
I know she's missing me
I never see her mother
The way it's supposed to be
She never wants my credit cards
And that's just fine with me
She never tells me what to do
Like taking out the trash
Or if she see a sale somewhere
She never asks for cash
We never watch a chick flick
She lets me be a man
So I run my fingers through her hair
Just as often as  I can
I know we'll be together 
Until the very end
I know that she'll be faithful
And always be my friend
A love like this is very rare
And often hard to find
Can you tell I really love my dog
She's simply one of a kind

© 2012 Whiskurz


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I was really surprised at the end when you say it was a dog. Though this girl was clearly a fantasy because no girl is like that

Posted 13 Years Ago


Oh my god! The end caught my by surprise! Love it. This would be a third of yours I have favorited today. :)

Posted 13 Years Ago


HA HA! Pure brilliance here, love it!

Posted 13 Years Ago


that was so cute! i Loved it!!!!

Posted 13 Years Ago



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