Womance is no dead. Iffen it was, Iz would hab eated it.

Da following is a collection ob poems dat I did wite ober da weeks fow meez buttewcups, da lubs ob mee life, Daisy and Ella:

Pwincesses, I habs tuwned meez paws to poetwy to helps me thwough de week...and ob couwse yoos wewe me muses....

Dis life could dwive a dog mad
And dis wowld could dwive a dog cwazy
But no weason hab I to be sad
If I hab my Ella and Daisy

So I fink Iz da happiest hound
And I fink Iz a weal fowtunate fella
Yes I fink Iz da luckiest awound
Because I hab my Daisy and Ella

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Ah-ha-ha-hem! *Cleaws thwoat and folds out manuscript. Takes Shakespeawian stance, one paw waised to de skies*

Mee bootiful angels, mee sweet sugar-bells
Mee Bassets dat howl at de moon
Whilst woses whither and tulips fail
My buttewcups shine in full bloom

Yoos soft silken eaws, yoos hound-angel eyes
Yoos seashell pawsies dat stamp in de gloom
Wiolets smell sweet and sunflowers stand tall
But it's meez buttewcups dat shine in full bloom

*Takes bow*

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Buttercups, dis night spent wid you, ewerything seems more bootiful.....I hopes yoo no mind dat I dids writes yoo annuda poem...*stands up on hind legs in de gondola, paw in de air*

With de wind in our eaws and our eyes on da sky
Clasping paws as we glide through da fog
I look at my giwls and I know dat foreber
Yoo'll be my angels and I'll be your dog

I waise my head to de heabens wid me paw on me heart
And I does make my pwomise to god
That whilst de moon does owbit dis earth
Yoo'll be my angels and I'll be your dog