This triolet-style poem explore the unique and strangely endearing scent emanating from a dog’s paws, often likened to Frito corn chips. The poems highlight how this familiar, comforting smell is actually the result of bacteria, turning something potentially off-putting into a curious source of delight. A fun and light hearted poem added for a mix of emotional variety.
Warm paws hiding a scent so neat,
Bacteria’s work, salty, yet sweet.
It’s like Fritos beneath doggy feet,
Warm paws hiding a scent so neat.
A strange aroma, yet complete,
In our hearts, it takes a seat.
Warm paws hiding a scent so neat,
Bacteria’s work, salty, yet sweet.
Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things that you didn’t do than by the ones you did do.
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