A POEM FOR MR. WINKS

Mr. Winks is an everyday dog,

But stuffed in a sweater he warrants a blog,

Because he is handsome when dressed up in clothes;

And so I shall share something nobody knows:

Poor Mr. Winks, though he dresses up formal,

He has a condition considered “not normal.”

You see, Mr. Winks, when he tries to go tinkle —

He can not control the direction of sprinkle;

And so he ends up sort of wet-ish and stinky:

He cannot successfully go winky-tinky.

And though people judge him, he’s caring and humble,

And so I encourage all others who fumble

To know they are special just like Mr. Winks –

Who’s stylish and smile-ish despite what folks thinks.