bark
bark ,bark ,bark,bark
hey you stop that yap
bark,bark,bark,bark
now right cut that crap
bark,bark,bark,bark
you know i can see you
bark,bark,bark,bark
right now i'm getting a shoe
bark,bark,bark,bark
my god will it never end
bark,bark,bark,bark
before it send's me right round the bend
bark,bark,bark,bark
hey are you nearly done
bark ,bark,bark,bark
right now you had better run.
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Posted: Jul 2021
About this poem:
nog was my wifes pet he died one week after her
and he did just this.
he loved to bark at the postie and delivery guys.
miss the little shit.
Comments (5)
even though he was canine, still my son.
thank you