My friend who is one spoiled cat gave me the picture below for the Thursday Poetry blog
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They are the three dogs of the house
They fear nothing, not even a mouse
They are beloved by the man and his spouse
They will strike down any offending louse
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They bark away scary thunder
Their noses are always on the ground sniffing trouble down under
They are a protecting wonder
Which no man can bring asunder
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They were the indomitable three
But Christmas morning while they lay under the tree
Something happened that made them want to flee.
When three little humans showed up on a wilding spree
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They tore past the dogs in a mad quest for toys
And did a lot of damage for preschool boys
Their excitement made them more mischievous than Connor Roy
As they ran around screaming for joy
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Seeing the boys tearing through the room filled the dogs with fear
And did not think they could persevere
So they fled out the door in the rear
Where they enjoyed the calmer atmosphere
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Later in the day they dared to return home
Moving as silently as a sinner in the Church of Rome
While the boys lay in bed their self inflicted cuts covered with
mercurochrome
As quiet as the 2010 Lions fans on Thanksgiving in the Silver Dome.
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The dogs slinked in the living room their ferocity at an impasse
And the two youngest inquired what happened to their oldest brother Bluegrass
He told them that one day a year children lose their minds en masse
And that day was called Christmas
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