Frisbee Dog
The man took me to the Dog Park, I think his name is Jim.
He brought along a round thing, a disk made out of plastic.
He put it close by my nose, so I sniffed it round the rim.
I've sniffed vinyl many times, and didn't think it fantastic.
Then Jim became animated. His eyes became alert.
Then he threw the disk with all his strength, aiming for the sky.
The disk spun up above us and then came crashing to the dirt.
I felt bad for him and thought, "Jim, you gave it your best try".
Jim gave a wave to Bob who stood with his dog at the Park.
His sheltie was friendly, though he tired anybody out.
I gave a woof and the sheltie sent back a greeting bark.
When Jim threw the disk, the sheltie knew what it was about.
Bob's dog leapt like a dancer with moves like a Frisbee ace.
His jaws wrapped around the disk while he floated in the air.
Jim's dog had to try it, and occasionally won the race.
Now Jim's dog and the sheltie are known as the Frisbee pair.
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