Stocky stance, a coat of might,
AmStaff gaze, both fierce and bright.
Muscles corded, power untold,
Yet hearts of velvet, worth more than gold.
From terrier fire, their lineage burns,
Loyalty etched, where true love yearns.
Ears cropped or floppy, framing kind eyes,
A gentle giant in playful disguise.
Tail wags a rhythm, a joyful beat,
Through sunlit fields, their happy feet
Pitter-patter, a playful dance,
Bringing laughter, a joyful trance.
But let shadows fall, their true spirit gleams,
Protectors bold, fulfilling their dreams.
With unwavering courage, they stand their ground,
Loyal guardians, making no sound.
Misunderstood whispers, a burden they bear,
But love’s true essence, they freely share.
For in their hearts, a truth resides,
Gentle souls, with nothing to hide.
So let them frolic, let them rest,
These AmStaff warriors, with love in their chest.
For in their strength, a message is found,
Love conquers all, on sacred ground.