Wow, it's FFHT time and I'm wagging to be able to join The Doods with a new writing adventure!
Putting on the thinking cap.
Putting pen to paper.
Here we go...
I knew that things would never be the same,
after my chompers, I did carefully aim,
but then was forced to take the blame.
Many pieces of stuffy, off they came,
and though I felt the victim of a frame,
I must admit it was a very rough game,
and now my stuffy is most definitely lame.
I really didn't mean to destroy or maim,
after repairs, Frankenstein is its new name.
Though the guilt should cause me shame,
my stuffy chomping was actually rather tame.
That stuffy would never be the same!
Okay, I gotta bark that I'm especially proud that all of my rhyming words came in alphabetical order! Do I get extra credit for that?!? BWAR HAR HAR ahem.
Thanks, Doods for hosting this super fun series.
Grr and Woof,
Sarge, Police Commish
BTW: I'm still in doggy jail while my peeps are vacationing with FnE. Sorry I won't be around much for a few more days.