K-9
Once, I can't remember when,
A dog named K-9 came to mind
K-9 was a massive dog
And he was of a particular kind
He did not spend his time in play
He sniffed and foraged everyday
He was an undercover dog
And he was good
He found some interesting things
When hunting in nearby woods.
He had to pass his information on
To other K-9s
Of course, he should.
Not to every dog, mind you
Only a tiny few.
Just the particular kind
That K-9 knew.
Copyright © Shirley Hawkins | Year Posted 2023
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