A Cur
A Cur
There was an old cur men endured.
A bad dog was he that is for sure.
When he wanted to eat
He would steal someone’s meat.
Caught and caged with a lure was cur’s cure.
(Too sad, must add: Until they found him a home...)
© Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
March 9, 2010
Poetic form: Limerick
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