Prepositional Poem

May 23, 2008
For almost three years the dog ate rice

Except on his birthday when he ate ice

Without all the rice he was a happy dog

Like the outdoors he would be in a fog

On top of the bed the dog used to sleep

Before he had to eat with the sheep

In the fields the old dog liked to eat

Between the fields he had nasty feet

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