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POEM: A Dog’s Life

By Saturday, Jul 13, 2019 Viewpoints

A snappy old Airedale named John

was keen to wage war with Iran.

He barked and he bristled,

until Scotus whistled.

Then he wagged his tail and lay down.



When Donald flew off to Korea

he left John behind out of feah

that he might rip Kim’s pants

and spoil his bromance

with the Fat Lad from North Korea.


Quarantined, as it were, in Mongolia,

John suffered from melancholia

and was heard to howl and whine

when Donald crossed the line

with the Dictator of Dystopia.

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