Hey Everyone!
Wow, today is so much fun because I'm joining my very good furiend
Ranger for Bad Poetry Day! This is gonna be a great day around Blogville. Here's my entry:
Bad, Bad, Things by Sarge, COP
Today started out just like any other
then all at once things turned into a blunder.
My peeps said goodbye and we won't be gone long
but I know that's a fib and the time frame's all wrong.
I felt all forgotten and definitely abused
and needed something for revenge to instead be amused.
I got to work on my favorite bad things
and slobbered my Dad's pillow where he lays his tired brains.
Next to the bathroom where tissues awaited
I grabbed them and tore them and around the room they were place-ed.
There was food in my bowl but I was feeling quite bad
so I left it there to spoil and turn...well...bad.
Then I jumped on all of the furniture
and left my floofy fur to add to their torture.
......wait, What Dad? This was supposed to be Bad Poetry, not Poetry about being Bad?!? Um, okay. ahem Let me start over...
Roses are red
Violets aren't asparagus
The other poem is wrong
And I'm all embarrasgused.
WHEW...that'll do I think!
BWAR HAR HAR
Thanks to you, my furiend Ranger for the cool event!
Grr and Woof,
Sarge, COP