Bingo Was His Name-Oh

Instead of laugh,
I cry and pray.
Why’d you do it?
You ran away.

Was your water not fresh enough?
Did you not like the food in your bowl?
Was your dog house not plenty warm?
Still under that fence you dug a hole.

Oh puppy how I loved you so.
Your escape has filled me with hurt.
What’s dad doing in the distance?
Is he burying something in the dirt?





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