Look out for my dog;
She scratches and paws;
And it hurts.
She is a dog that is easy to admire;
Especially as she sits by the fire,
But still she's a dog,
And she scratches and paws;
And it hurts.
One day on Sunday,
She got stuck in a tree;
Then, as the fire truck came,
She leaped out so suddenly.
She didn't get hurt;
But she did get sick;
Then after she barfed,
She gave me a lick.
I don't know what to do;
She is crazy and she has no clue;
The only thing I love about her;
Is her soft, lovely black....fur.
4 comments:
That's a cool poem!
I like it!!!!!!!
Is the poem true?? ;)
Of corse the poem is not true! If it were- actually, come to think about it, it is! Thanks Will and Shelby!
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