"where 'ya goin', with my dog!"
i demanded to know,
as he tromped off into the forest,
shotgun slung over shoulder;
then fed me a line of shit, to my
face, about some little old
lady who lived all alone in
snowy wild woods of Alaska,
and needed a pet for company.
i was hip to the witch
in the woods, and i was sure
she would eat our little dog,
as eagerly as she had
Hansel and Gretel.
was I relieved
when Mother & i
left on the big jet
back to Grandma's house,
the very next day.
man shoots my dog,
and feeds him to
the witch,
i'd leave him too -
i knew that, before i
was 5.
after that, Grandpa
took to naming his
dogs Ricky Dick.
~Sabrina
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