Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 Groovy Doovy Dogs

We're doggone sad those hippy days

Of groovin' on the road are gone.

With psychedelic means and ways

Of trippin' out, gettin' it on.

A pack of wild and wooly dogs,

We traveled in the lovebug van

Hittin' highways on travelogues.

Many a mood and mile we'd span,

To spread wherever we would go,

Love and peace to all we'd meet,

And give a flower to each so

To ever bark a happy beat.

The '70's, a decade of

Us hippy dogs in puppy love.