Wednesday, January 18, 2012

Tall-tale poem

His bark breaks the sound barrier
His nose is as cold as an ice box.
A wag of his taill causes hurricanes.
He gets so cold that hes turning into ice.
His feet are so wet that it looks like hes walking on water.
He eats a mountain of dog food
And drinks a watter fall dri.
But thoough he breaks the bank
He’s the apple of my eye.

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