Best One Poem by Anita Wisniewska

There was a dog.

He was big, and black, and woolly

- And he bit people.

I liked him a lot,

But our family had to move, and he was shot.

My father had bright blue eyes

I thought he knew everything.

He used to hit the dog with a stick,

And once he put a live crab in my mother's bed,

She didn't think it was funny.

I was sorry for crabs,

They were boiled alive,

And couldn't even cry out,

Only hiss and bubble.

The aunts were always arguing
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They had prickly cactus on the windowsills

And old dogs with smelly ears.

I didn't care,

I used to watch the sea for hours,

I knew the names of all the cows,

And the best one was named after me.