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My Dog Sammy

dogs in sweaters

By Bill BainPublished 3 years ago 1 min read
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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

nature poetry
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