Woof Down - Poem by Ima Ryma
A North Korean name of Lee
Escaped and came to the U.S.
And stayed here with my family
Until he got his own address.
We were having a barbeque,
Roasting hot dogs in the back yard,
Showing Lee the roast how to do.
Lee liked his meat all black and charred.
Into his mouth those dogs did fly,
So many that we needed more.
Lee said he'd get a fresh supply.
We thought Lee had gone to the store.
The neighbors called to ask us if,
We had seen their terrier, Tiff.
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