I sat in the paw shaped chair, looking at the three lovers of paws

James sat at my front as the smallest member
At the size of a paw, ever seeking more
Many paws he found and many paws he hugged
Even if he was stepped on, he would only hug it
Sickness would not stop him from spreading his joy

Aussie sat at my left as the newest member
Until recently, he doesn't get what is so good about paws
Sexy? he wondered months ago while staring at paws
Since, to him, they were just stilts to stand on
Indeed, he now likes paws, though not to stepping on others
Ever he'll blame James for helping him like paws

Marquis sat at my left as the brightest member
Always wears bright orange and yellow fur
Relaxing with his bright red and black pants
Quarter part of his body had paw prints
Upon the right cheek is one such paw print
Indeed his own paws were the size of watermelons
So huge and yet as soft as plushies