Ode to the De-Toed
Once upon a midday dreary,
As I wandered in the clearing,
Looking for a place to rest and ponder woes
As I nodded in the bushes,
Where the life so often rushes
Suddenly I felt the brushes on the
outside of my big toes...
As I looked down at my feet
What stranger scene did my eyes meet
Than a puppy dog, so sweet,
Snarling at my pinky toes...
Suddenly there came a crunching,
As of something slowly munching,
A little dog had made a luncheon
Out of all my little Toes!
As my thoughts turned quick to Fleeing,
I could not believe what I was seeing,
The little pup that had been eating
Had also ate my mother's toes!
Freemont Preech1 Freeper
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