29 August 07 - 19:25A Poem
I got this book from the libary called pet poems and I really liked this one so I thought I would put it on the blog
Puppy And The Sausage
He thinks its fighting back
When it burns his nose;
He prances all about it
Barking, making shows.
He snaps at it but its to hot;
Tosses it up high,
Then stops to sniff and study it
Pawing nervously.
Now suddenly, the burning cooled
Here comes the last attack;
He grabs it in his baby teeth
And gulps the sausage back
By Gabriel Fitzmaurice
I hope you liked this poem as it made me laugh.
Bye for now, Nicole
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