The Story of My Dog

a poem by H

One day there was a frog
Then my dog ate him
And he lived in her tummy
She barfed up green and yellow slimey stuff
I thought it was grass
So I tasted it
And it was indeed grass
She started croaking one day
For she had a tumor
And the poor puppy died!*

*Note: She has not died yet, thank god. Have no fear

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