A/N: I tried very hard to write a humerous poem. I tried. And instead I wrote about a dog that I saw get hit by a car one time. Lovely. I can't help being morbid. It's like I have a permanent mindset of being completely negative. Oh well. Enjoy this (hopefully).

My Dog

I used to have a puppy named Spot

I used to hate her an awful lot

She used to love eating my homework

She ate candy one time and went berserk

It was an accident, I do swear

I never did see her run out there

I think I tried stopping her but she was too fast

The blinding lights is what she saw last

I used to have a big dog named Spot

And she loved stealing my food a lot

But since the day she ran out the door

She hasn't consumed my stuff anymore