Saturday, September 9, 2017

My Old Dog: A Poem

My old dog
Is fat as a hog
He loves to eat ice cream
And kick in his sleep
We used to run and play
Then he got old and grey
Until one day, he crumpled when he once stood
My old dog lies stiff as a board
And just as bored
Wouldn't fight a squrriel or bird
Probably wouldn't if he could
My old dog cant come along
Or run with me
And when I move
I'll have to let him be
I'll give him food
And his own room
But they only let one pet
And I have two
I know he wouldn't want me caught
When rent is due
So I'll give him one last day
One he'll never forget
But it is the last
I feel bad that I'm the one to Outlast
I love my old dog
I'll bury you myself
I'll hold the shovel
Rip my palms
I'll give you a grave
The day, I move away.

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