Noseboop

A ball of fluff, fuzz, and energy
dashes in circles. The center: me.
Though I laugh, I hope the small Missy
doesn't end up making me dizzy.
However, although she was wired,
the Pomeranian gets tired.
I soon witness the very last whirl
of my darling little canine girl.

As the small, dizzy dog comes to rest,
I spot more cuteness in that fur nest.
It really should be against the law
to not adore each cute little paw.
I feel my eyes happily tearing
looking in the fur jungle clearing.
That pretty face with black nose so small.
That's the feautre I love most of all.

That black nose is such a simple thing,
but it's better than a diamond ring.
Diamond rings can't lovingly nuzzle
like the precious thing on that muzzle.
I lift the one whose love has been shown
and press her special nose to my own.
I do not need a platinum hoop.
I'd rather have this special noseboop.