You didn't quite
shut the door.
Two dogs got out and
ran away.
A call that you're
in jail
while at the in-laws
Christmas Eve.
Tomorrow we will
come with bail.
Those boys keep
calling dad.
Why are you in jail,
not them?
Both, for you, are
very bad.
It has been some holiday.
The pound opens this
morning.
The dogs are there,
I hope and pray.
by: Paula D. Nevison
No comments:
Post a Comment
I moderate comments only to keep fools from gumming up my pages with repetitive idiotic spam.
Note: Only a member of this blog may post a comment.