A week late, 4 lines too many. Oh, well...
I got involved in home repairs, and forgot about the deadline, but here it is anyway;
A Cynophobe’s Elegy on the Premature Death of His Neighbor’s Dog, Cerberus
(Ethylene glycol, the active ingredient in automotive antifreeze, is sweet tasting, but highly toxic to dogs.)
The vicious cur my neighbor keeps,
For many years, gave me the creeps.
The bark, the snarl, those teeth he’d bare
Gave me an existential scare.
The turds, the pee, that awful smell;
He seemed to be a beast from Hell.
The fear of being torn to shreds
Drove me to psychiatric meds.
But, now there’s come a tragic end
To he who’s never been my friend.
Old Cerberus no more will bark
From crack of dawn till after dark;
Nor anymore, will tree my cat,
Dig up my lawn, and stuff like that.
He’d used to do just as he’d please,
Until he drank that antifreeze.
But now he’s silent - and I’m sure,
Declining to room temp’rature;
And I can post upon my blog
That Prestone mutes a barking dog.
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