A cajun that lived in a bog,
Would eat every night like a hog.
Alligators and snakes,
But he never ate cakes,
He would put those outside for his dog.
3/16/11 Alton Texas
I love that playful side of yours, bringing out the child in all of us.
You've got a wonderful knack for writing things just right. Keep it up.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Ha, sort of a 'let them eat cakes' version of the doggy political. My dog will have to fight me for all cakes, I'm afraid (which might explain why she is in so much better shape than me? lol)