Author Herbert Asquith My dog's so furry I've not seenHis face for years and years;His eyes are buried out of sight,I only guess his ears.When people ask me for his breed,I do not know or care;He has the beauty of them allHidden beneath his hair. Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 Average: 4.7 (18 votes) Rate Log in or register to post comments