Ruined Fur Coat

Cassidy was a curious dog; One day he walked into a bog, Coming out, he looked about, He couldn't see and began to pout; Because he’s a sludge caked dog!
Copyright © | Year Posted 2018

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Krutsinger Avatar
October 14, 2018 at 4:09 PM
Sweet limerick. They are not this easy. You have made it seem so though.
Kiser Avatar
October 15, 2018 at 9:55 AM
Thanks Caren, Limericks are definitely not easy.
One Avatar
October 14, 2018 at 2:05 PM
Haha... Good one MLK...
Kiser Avatar
October 15, 2018 at 9:55 AM
Many thanks.
Pigeon Tart Avatar
October 14, 2018 at 12:52 PM
Giggles, cute! My late great beast was all white, bogs have some kind of canine magnetic draw, I can contest! ;) xomo
Kiser Avatar
October 15, 2018 at 9:56 AM
Don't they though...I know that dogs love stinky things, where cats seem to like good scents. If the dog could bathe itself like cats do...but then we must accept the great dogs for what and whom they are. I'm glad it made you laugh.
Allison Avatar
October 14, 2018 at 12:50 PM
Very witty ML:-) soup mail:-) hugs Jan xx
Kiser Avatar
October 15, 2018 at 9:57 AM
Thanks, Jan.
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