Haiku to Corn Dog

Corn Dog makes me smile
Shiny-coated ball chaser
Unmitigated

Now, please, your turn - a haiku to your pet(s).

Comments

Sir James Eric Watkins said…
interesting blog.

~ James
Wednesday, May 31, 2006
Anonymous said…
that one is crying
her alarms are going off
and this one just pooped
Thursday, June 01, 2006
JP said…
Pet dogs taste like crap,
like low quality horse meat,
love China and France!

Sorry, I don't have pets so the only animals I know are the ones I eat...
Friday, June 16, 2006
C-C-C-Corn Dog said…
See, all I needed was a little dash of guilt and y'all got creative. Falling right into my trap! Well done.
Friday, June 16, 2006
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