Tuesday, May 30, 2006
pup-brushing poem
Oh, How I love to brush my pup!
His tail waggles to-and-fro.
After doning his best tux and doggie-shoes,
to the red-carpet he will go.
The life of a glamerous socalite,
my fluffy, drooling pooch.
What i wouldn't do for that pup,
that silly rascal named Coop.
He runs when he sees a cheetoe or two,
and knocks over tables and chairs.
there is no other object he cares about,
or knocking my wife down the stairs.
His tail waggles to-and-fro.
After doning his best tux and doggie-shoes,
to the red-carpet he will go.
The life of a glamerous socalite,
my fluffy, drooling pooch.
What i wouldn't do for that pup,
that silly rascal named Coop.
He runs when he sees a cheetoe or two,
and knocks over tables and chairs.
there is no other object he cares about,
or knocking my wife down the stairs.
# posted by fooiemcgoo : 2:04 PM
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your poem sucks.
you are a horrible person.
write less poems and try to focus on being a better person.
you are a horrible person.
write less poems and try to focus on being a better person.
# posted by 
: 11:22 AM
: 11:22 AM
just kidding folks.
I wrote that first message.
I don't know why. It was really funny to me at the time, and actally still is.
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I wrote that first message.
I don't know why. It was really funny to me at the time, and actally still is.
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