The Commander In Teeth
In the White House, one behemoth doth reside!
No,neither staff nor family,but a huge dog,
With sharp,white teeth could easily shred a log.
People in the White House forced to run and hide.
The Secret Service are his most favorite, savory dish
I cannot imagine them, being overjoyed to be bitten,
But,to Commander,alas, with human flesh he is smitten.
I’d suggest, instead of humans, a warm, cheese filled Knish.
7/26/2023
Secret Service had to be taken to hospital.
Dog needs training or removal for the safety
of all in the West Wing!
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