REMEMBER REMEMBER The 5th of November
I think it may be time for one of my silly 'fluffy' poems.
not written by me but by a puppy, please excuse his spelling.
Oh deah! Oh deah!
i think that i am goin' to dy
there's culeerd lights aflashin' 'cross the ski
an' i've no ideah at orl the reeson wy
so i role into a borl an' whine an' cry.
Sumone sed that it's a firewurk display
so i'll close my eyes until it gows away
'cos little dogs were never tort to pray
wier just ment to stay at home to sleep an' play.
i'm afrid of orl that defning sownd
there ar lights that ar gowin ' round an' rownd
so i shiver as i hug the cold wet grownd
an' hope that in the morning i'll be fownd.
i'm so afrayd