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Curse of the Dog

One fine day while shovelling snow from upon my sidewalk I noticed a huge hairy dog on a big shiny white rock He wagged his little bushy tail and ran with jolly up to me and lifted up his right hind leg and on my leg he peed Redfaced mad and humiliated,I chased him down the street I followed him with full regard for what he did to me I chased him to an alley and into a dark backyard He ran into an old woodshed and hit the shed but hard Down and out, he was laying, twitching on the ground I had tried to read the printing on his collar I had found I ran in fear of being caught for what I may have done And ran into a big huge witch who must have weighed a ton She looked and said "That was my dog" as I shook my dizzy head "He used to be a damn good dog, but now he is damn good dead!" I said "Good" and walked away with a grin upon my face No more dog to pee on me and put me to disgrace Back at home still shovelling snow, I heard a whining sound I turned and looked to my dismay, "That dog is still around?" I seen the witch who owned the dog, she smiled and sadi to me "My dog is fine and my oh my, you should have let him be!" With and evil laugh the stare, she said "Sick em!" clear and loud I shovelled him up into the air, so high he broke a cloud Finally he landed hard, and hit a speeding car The dog flew like a football far off to distant stars The old witch, shocked, left in a rage and went back to her home We knew that dog ain't coming back and no more shall he roam Here you have the story of a dog, some man's best friend For any dog that pees on me to doggy heaven I will send Before I resumed shovelling snow, I looked up to the sky Then it started raining yellow drops on my face, don't ask why!!!

Copyright © | Year Posted 2011




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