Farkle Was His Name ... Oh (poem) by Sandra S Corona on AuthorsDen

Farkle Was His Name ... Oh
by Sandra S Corona → (All Poetry by Sandra S Corona)
Saturday, January 3, 2015 Rated "PG13" by the Author.

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Imagine a dog name Farkle and all the trouble he could get into. I did!

Farkle Was His Name, Oh I had a dog raised from a pup Farkle was his name … oh I had a dog raised from a pup and momma yelled ‘shut that mutt UP!’ Farkle was his name … oh. I had a dog raised from a pup and momma yelled ‘shut that mutt UP’ and toilet water he liked to sup! Farkle was his name … oh. I had a dog raised from a pup and momma yelled ‘shut that mutt UP’ and toilet water he liked to sup! He chewed on grass, then Fark threw up. Farkle was his name … oh. I had a dog raised from a pup and momma yelled ‘shut that mutt UP’ and toilet water he liked to sup! He chewed on grass, then Fark threw up. Laid on the ground … spread belly up. Farkle was his name … oh. I had a dog raised from a pup and momma yelled ‘shut that mutt UP’ and toilet water he liked to sup! He chewed on grass, then Fark threw up. Laid on the ground … spread belly up. Fark saw a fly, lickety split Farkle was his name … oh. I had a dog raised from a pup and momma yelled ‘shut that mutt UP’ and toilet water he liked to sup! He chewed on grass, then Fark threw up. Laid on the ground … spread belly up. Fark saw a fly, lickety split. It was a bumble bee he spit. Farkle was his name … oh. I had a dog raised from a pup and momma yelled ‘shut that mutt UP’ and toilet water he liked to sup! He chewed on grass, then Fark threw up. Laid on the ground … spread belly up. Fark saw a fly, lickety split. It was a bumble bee he spit stuffing from other end flew, flit. Farkle was his name … oh. I had a dog raised from a pup and momma yelled ‘shut that mutt UP’ and toilet water he liked to sup! He chewed on grass, then Fark threw up. Laid on the ground … spread belly up. Fark saw a fly, lickety split. It was a bumble bee he spit stuffing from other end flew, flit. Mom gave that dog away … it shit! Farkle was his name … oh. Farkle was his name … oh.

Reviewed by Michael Schafer

Reviewed on January 4, 2015

Very cute. I think most of us has had a dog, or dogs like that.. our current dog loves to snap at bugs. I'm just waiting for the time when it's a bee. Rescued, I named her Mercy. I thought it was an appropiate name, plus when she gets into trouble, it's no Mercy.

Reviewed by Ronald Hull

Reviewed on January 3, 2015

Your poem is as hilarious as the picture. But then again, as a little girl, losing Farkle was probably a big deal that you never forgot. As bad as that little dog was, you loved him.

Ron