I wanted to write one of my awesome posts but mom say it is HER turn. She said I need to share a poem that SHE wrote (psssht, yeah, like she can write!) so that everyone would know what they could be getting into adopting a dog.
Ode to Jerk Dog
The paper towel is shredded
While I'm away at work
I know at once who did it
Because my dog's a jerk
Though his loyalty
Should be something of a perk
I'd trade it in a minute
Because my dog's a jerk
The couch cushions are shredded
And strange dustbunnies lurk
I'd better start the Hoover
Because my dog's a jerk
He's got a wagging tail
And his face in is a smirk
I guess that I will keep him
I really love this jerk
I'd like to go on record to say I AM NOT a jerk. I'm an artist. I'm an entrepreneur! She doesn't understand my genius!
But I do like the last line of her poem. Mom's still alright with me.
Ode to Jerk Dog
The paper towel is shredded
While I'm away at work
I know at once who did it
Because my dog's a jerk
Though his loyalty
Should be something of a perk
I'd trade it in a minute
Because my dog's a jerk
The couch cushions are shredded
And strange dustbunnies lurk
I'd better start the Hoover
Because my dog's a jerk
He's got a wagging tail
And his face in is a smirk
I guess that I will keep him
I really love this jerk
I'd like to go on record to say I AM NOT a jerk. I'm an artist. I'm an entrepreneur! She doesn't understand my genius!
But I do like the last line of her poem. Mom's still alright with me.
RSS Feed
