A Poem of My Dog
I love my dog,
He's only a pup,
But when he's grown,
I'll eat him up.
I'll cook him with onions,
Peppers, and cheese,
And serve him with salad,
Iced tea, and peas.
I'll invite my friends
To come to the meal,
And if by dessert,
They're my friends still,
I'll feed them some jello,
Shaped like a hat,
Topped with whipped cream,
And hair from my cat.
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