Chop. Poem by Tom Allport

Chop.

There is a butchers shop
On the corner of the street
It has a big sign
On the front window saying
DAILY FRESH MEAT
And a little sign underneath
ALL DOGS MUST BE LEASHED
IF NOT OWNERS GET THE CHOP.

Thursday, February 6, 2025
Topic(s) of this poem: dogs
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