Mama borrowed a few snowflakes from PiZap since we have no snow here. She wrote the poem all by herself, and I must say, I do NOT eat like a pig. I eat like a dog.
I'm a Big snow dog, short and Big.
Maybe I'm Big because I eat like a pig.
Mama says to tell you I have lost an inch,
This means I now have NO fat to pinch.
She wants to drop by the vet's office and have me weighed,
But to do that, she needs Daddy's aid.
Daddy says it's silly, we can tell by sight.
Mama keeps on nagging because he might,
Give IN.