Night Terriers
Once I had a big fright,
It was dark, it was cold, was the middle of the night
Not so bright.
Fur on hand,
Such pungent air I cannot stand,
It’s planned?
Oh look.
Dog had a spook,
Poop.
Once I had a big fright,
It was dark, it was cold, was the middle of the night
Not so bright.
Copyright © Joe Martin | Year Posted 2023
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