Play Dog
In my house lives a talking dog, Fred,
who just loves playing games with my head.
As one day I cried,
thinking surely he’d died,
he said, “Geeez, girl,. . . I’m just playing dead!”
For Deb's Limerick II contest
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2011
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