Tea Cup Yorkies am I.
I proudly hold my head up high.
Fear not my doubting gents,
I am a proper dame.
There shalt not be any sniffing my rear.
Thus my father will be near.
If to woo me, is your plan.
The possibility of a rose.
Shall earn you a simple kiss on the nose.
If you wish to get closer to me,
Perhaps an invite on bended knee.
No flowers are needing although how sweet.
They would surely knock me off my feet.
Tis a simple reply,
From one special guy.
Tis all it shall take to find me a date.
Tick tock... The time runs near.
Violets are blue,
And so will I be.
If not a gent come calling on me.
Brandi