Billy Thekidster Poet Rhyme

Gas Station Dog

Everyday I would see her on my way to work.
Her owner was a brutal and cold hearted jerk.
She was his gas station guard dog but I guess not vicious enough
so he would beat and kick her relentlessly, I guess to make her more tuff.
I witnessed this day after day till I just couldn't take it anymore.
I had to do something, that much was sure
and so one evening I went there in the dead of night
and with a pair of bolt cutters, I cut open his fence and rescued her from her plight.
My Tasha Girl has been with me ever since then.
I couldn't ask for a more grateful and devoted friend.

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Scott Thirtyseven November 29, 2013 at 3:31 PM Great story, excellent outcome. Well done, not only with your best mate, but also being able to put it to rhyme.

Daver Austin November 27, 2013 at 6:02 AM I wish you'd added water to his gas tanks. Congrats on the selection. daver

Amy Green June 19, 2010 at 8:17 AM Wow, Kid, that is an amazing story... truly. You have shown yourself time and again to be a sincere creature. "The Rescuer"...definitely a title I would be proud to give you. The gas station guy tried to get THAT dog to be a guard dog? LOLOLOLOLOLOL! Yeah, she looks about as evil as an 8 week old kitten!

Carolyn Devonshire June 12, 2010 at 9:54 AM I'm so glad you rescued this poor abused animal, Billy. That's just the kind of guy you are! Always trying to be tough on the outside, but inside there's a heart of gold. Love, Carolyn

Poet Destroyer A June 12, 2010 at 9:42 AM well done Billy, your pretty dog. is a lucky dog. pitty the fool who hurts her again. Glad youhave her and she has you. Well i better go i have to go report you to the N.Y.police department. Later,..P.D.was here