Dog
My brother had a dog named DOG
Certainly no pedigree
Took him from the pound, just signed a log
This dog, he named Dog, was free
You can be sure this dog wasn’t dumb
Smart as any pure breed
And like most dogs he’d eat every crumb
He got big; grew like a weed
I chuckled when visiting their house
When Big “J” called for his pet
Those were strange words that came from his mouth
I can remember them yet
DOG! DOG! Come here DOG! DOG, come on home!
He called out from his back door
Then DOG came trotting back with a bone
Which he soon dropped on the floor
DOG had a good life, lived to be ten
A family member was he
When I think about DOG, I still grin
Should a been SPOT, seems to me
Copyright © Charles Sides | Year Posted 2011
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