© 2014 by P Michael Biggs
(By the way, this actually happened to me)
We had a dog named Pete
He was a dog that was neat
He brought much joy to our home
He was one never prone to roam
One day I struck some matches
I burned the grass in big brown patches
When Dad came home he wanted to know
Who did this and how so
I blamed it on Pete
He was convenient at my feet
Dad didn’t buy that
I couldn’t sell it
So Pete got redemption
And I learned a lesson
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