National poetry writing month

National poetry writing month
A month of madness

Sunday, 7 October 2018

Dog toys

My dog has so many toys
She knows them off by heart
She knows what Mr Squishy is
She knows the bright red heart
Depending on what mood she has
her tastes can change by day
But every toy she's gentle with
and none do go astray
She never rips these toys apart
She likes to cuddle each
And takes them from her basket
Is something I did teach
But all her toys not even one
Have squeaky parts inside
Because our cat does protest
The noise he can't abide
He tells her off with open claws
and lowers his black head
So my old dog get her revenge
and goes and humps his bed!

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