My dog Sammy got a sweater for christmas.
He loved to wear it, it gave him class.
It kept him warm in january chills,
especially on the windy hills.
One day there was some freezing rain,
it got him soaked, what a pain.
And then the temp. began to drop,
the sweater stiffened, it would not stop
and soon he found he'd frozen stiff
but with his nose he still could sniff
the smell of bacon on the grill
but he was stuck due to the chill
he closed his eyes and thought warm thoughts
of fifi for whom he had the hots
and as he though, warmer he felt
then the sweater began to melt
and soon he could move again
the smell of bacon at half past ten
he headed back toward the town
the trail of scent led him down
and at the diner he did arrive
so very glad to be alive
sneaking in the back door way
he saw the bacon on a tray
and so he jumped up on the table
and munched as much as he was able
but then the boss grabbed his gruff
and snatched him off that table tough
and tossed him out the door so fast
he greatly feared his time was past
but on his feet he nibley landed
he was glad the ice was sanded
and then at last he headed home
and that should end this silly poem.
Copyright W.A. Bain 2021
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