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Rico's Golden Gloves

boxer/human

They call me a Boxer,
but I'm a HALF-BREED.
Part Boxer, of course,
and part people indeed.

Anyone who owns me knows that it's true.
We're so close to being people,
we're like part of you.

"He's like one of the family,"
you've heard people say.
"Don't know how we'll manage when he passes away."

But they'll get another Boxer,
a pure-bred at first.
Not the most well behaved puppy,
but far from the worst.

Then the change takes place,
the same as before.
They'll end up with the same human
HALF-BREED once more.

psst...don't tell my mom but I was a very BAD boy...

Yesterday while my mom and dad were at school I snuck out of the kitchen (being the escape artist that I am ). Honestly I was just trying to get into the living room to play with my little sister. But then, as walking through mom and dads bedroom I smelled something funny and I had to investigate!! I ripped the room to shreds trying to find the culprit, I threw all my dad's unpacked clothes from his trip all over the room. I chew through his Xbox cords, I ripped up all the toilet paper in the bathroom and just in case the bad guy tried to get away I spread really smelly body gel all over the floor. I am soooo smart. then I found it, the smally culprit my dad's brand new and favorite, actually from New York, Yankees hat!!!!! I hit it with my best left hook and the a round house to the brim. I ripped all the lining out and then, thats when I heard mom coming in, I ran back into the kitchen (which was hard because the floor was covered wall-to-wall with junk I had strategically place) and pretended like I was slepping when she saw the room she must have been really, really mad because she had to spend TWO hours cleaning all the mess and even called Dad at school to tell him what happened, of course she doesn't know the real story, but I am not tellin'.