About Our Pets No One Cares
Had been sad state of affairs
For all our pets no one cares;
Like what would hunger feel
Being squashed under a wheel
Are always things which appall
My poor pet nailed to the wall;
Soft skin with marrow may mix
Body will be hung on crucifix.
Should see pet boiled in stew
Against wall is where it flew;
What really would be strange
Dead body had case of mange.
Truly they really must be insane
Pet leftovers did go down drain
Now we know what they meant
Pets were owned by immigrant.
James Thesarious Hilarious Horn
Copyright © James Horn | Year Posted 2024
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