my sister's here, with her dog, so I made a poem about them:
Diggerel doggerel
Sad Scruffleupagus
worries and whines as he
waits by the door
ever since Jocelyn
put on her jacket and
unsympathetically
went to the store.
When Jocelyn's here, he just stares directly at her. Or sleeps. WHO'S A GOOD DOG? WHO'S A GOOD DOG?
use your words!
hauntingly similar to what i've had going on in my house while B and micah are here. i loves them bitches.
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