Well, I don't have much to say,
So I think I'll write a poem today.
Not about llamas or chickens or sheep,
I know, I feel like a real creep!
This one has got to be about the new puppy,
Who is as innocent as a guppy.
She is the love of my life,
Having been through so much strife.
She is so very sick,
That she is as thin as a stick.
She is costing us a ton of cash,
But, I would do it again in a flash.
Although we love her dearly,
I am so tired I can't think clearly.
I think if I have to clean up anymore poop,
I just might fly the coop!
1 comment:
If you want to fly the coop,
because of so much puppy poop,
try to catch a ride on Santa's sleigh,
he will be coming by in less than 20 days.
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