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Was it his food?
Demanding, rude,
"Dog, get off my bed!"
"Gib snacks now!" Dog said,
Squashed flat, I obeyed,
Fed him treats, he bayed,
"Shoosh dog, please!' Somehow
He replied, "Gib snacks now!"
Enough said, all right,
I couch slept that night,
Dog sure well fed,
"Gib snacks now!' he said,
Pot belly compounded
His baying expounded,
Dog pscyhologist I am not,
He was a big fat grot,
We ate together,
Snored in any weather,
Must be Pet's Paradise,
Snacks and food really nice.
We got fat, okay,
Obesity clinic someday,
"Gib snacks now!" he bayed,
Laughing I obeyed,
"Who was the zombie,
Fur boy or me?"
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