Wilma was a golden Great Dane.
Her nose a black muzzle.
Her paws got muddy in the rain.
Her doe eyes expressed a puzzle.
On hind legs she was five foot seven.
She was playful, full of affection.
Eventually I left her in Devon,
From my lover to sever connection.
Everyone loved her and knew her name.
There was never a dog so fine.
Wilma, the golden graceful Great Dane.
She was far too good to be mine.