I have a tale of woe, my friend.
I fear our dog was bad.
He pulled my aids right off the desk,
And what a time he had!
I found the left safe on the floor,
The other: not in sight.
I hunted high and low today
—What's left was just not right
A tiny piece was all I found,
And it was badly bent.
I'll send it to you if you want,
The rest--guess where it went!
Our doggie burped and looked ashamed
And hung his head quite low.
I was upset as you might guess,
And told him where to go!
And now, my friend, you know my plight—
I don't know what to do.
So will it do me any good
To send it back to you?
Author notes
true event. I give a little more detail in my blog, rogersgeorge.blogspot.com
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