So here we are.
Today’s Horribly Local Poor Poetry Month (HoLoPoPoMo) entry is from a different point of view, as though it was written by a first-grader:
my dog
My dog is brown
I got him in town
He dog-paddles in the pool
So he will not drown
The end.
I used to write pure gold like this in elementary school, but this poem is not a true story, nor was it actually written by myself in the first grade. I never had a pool.
Yes indeed. Welcome to me.
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