Phone Bone Delight
PHONE BONE DELIGHT
A dog on a phone
Rang, ‘Dial-a-Bone,’
He wanted a delivery
Made to his home.
He also asked for
Small liver treats,
There’s nothing like dining
On two meats.
He smacked his lips
And howled at the moon,
Anticipating the delivery
Would be there soon.
When the van arrived
He tuckered in,
Growling and chomping
With his toothy grin.
Ah, there’s nothing like
Having a phone,
When I’m feeling peckish
I dial a bone.
Copyright © John Williams | Year Posted 2016
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