Poncho
When I grew up
I had a pup
His name was Poncho
boy could he put on a show
He used to knock me down
onto the ground
He was comparable to a jumping bean
that you couldn't wean
Reproach to him made no sense
one day he jumped the fence
He bit the neighbors lip
leaving a scar from the nip
We had to deliver him away
alas he had somewhere he'd stay
*A true story
Copyright © Angela Crabtree | Year Posted 2020
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