A Repeat Poem by Lamar Cole

A Repeat



He could never dream of being a dog.
But he would love to be a hog.
Of the hogs he would be the top.
And he would have first choice at all the slop.
He would do nothing but sleep and eat.
And the next day there would be a repeat.

Tuesday, July 30, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: animals,people
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