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Pretty Alsatian

She sought refuge in The backyard shrub; Dad, there is an Alsatian in the shrub; Armed with pebbles I chased her away. Dad, that Alsatian is back, I armed myself with pebbles Second and third, She fled. Fourth time i retraced My confused fear and anger, I gave her food; She did not eat; On return, she had eaten. Dad, that Alsatian is sitting On the couch, telly staring; Get out of here, I shouted, She went out obediently. Lost Alsatian, the advert read; She sits on couches, Stares telly. Pretty left me four Beautiful pups, she is nowhere To be found: Oh, my Pretty Alsatian, Where are you? I miss the security and fondness You brought me!

Copyright © | Year Posted 2017




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