Our Buddy
Our dog likes to dig big holes
In his pen constantly
He is still young we know
But his pen is a catastrophe
Also there is his bark
At all hours of the night
And before long the howling starts
At the moon we surmise
He really has a big nice house
Though he’s destroyed it too
To us he is no doubt
Of strong jaw and sharp tooth
And then there’s all the poop
Everywhere we step
When we’re feeding him his food
Near the stinky mess
He really likes to run away
Whenever he gets the chance
And we wish that he would stray
And be someone else’s champ
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Author:
w c (
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Comments1
A good write w c.
Thanks, orchidee. I'm glad you enjoyed it.
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