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Scrappy
It stares at me with its sad-dog eyes.
Breathing on me. My frown defies.
What a moving look it has to beg
for a bone or a leg.
Feeding time is drawing nigh,
it'll have its feasting day
I gave it some scraps already
but wants more to bury.
The remainder shall be given later
but not while I'm still able,
until I'm all played out,
I will flick it on the snout.
© Limericist 2008
...Friday 12th March 2021 1:56 am
Older
Tied down to time
You've committed a crime
By showing some signs
That you're older
Wrinkles & lines
Cutting it fine
Now you've started
Looking over
Your Shoulder
Stuck to your back
Is youth that
You lack
Like a shadow
Of the grim reaper
Eyes wide shut
You're staying put
That's why you're
Such a
Light sleeper
Time keeps flying
Your a...
Tuesday 10th September 2019 5:48 pm
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