Oreo loves a walk a year
And every walk brings him such joy
To the point, he cries doggy tears
Then Oreo got a walk a month
And a raccoon doggy chew toy
With a stick of corn dogs for his lunch
Oreo gets a trip in, when he pleads
On the door he screeches, his favorite ploy
On top of his walk he gets a week
Oreo gets a walk every other day
He gets more if the window screen he destroys
And he gets good meals if he scratches till late
Now Oreo stays in the house on a hot noon
Eating teriyaki chicken on top of soy
Till one night he's invited in a nice room
Now Oreo gets a walk at least ten times a week
But sitting outside is no longer one of his joys
He has his first taste of an Oreo cookie,
but all he is now is just a bad boy.
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:Distorted Beauty
PoetryThis is the beginning stages of a poem book that my sister and I are writing. We encourage comments and we do hope you enjoy it. More is soon to come by: Mikayla & Tiffany Moss
