I like this one. Not often that happens…
The Dog Day Birth. By CpSingleton © 2014
Inside out and outside in
Is where a story should begin.
And on that reas’ning, for what it’s worth
I shall tell the tale of the dog day birth.
August of the seventy-two
Is the date for baby new.
He sauntered out, all late you see,
At thirty minutes to the three.
He wasn’t small by any scale!
He gave a roar and then a wail!
Then off to see the nurse for milk:
Nappy on and all that ilk.
Over time he grew less taller,
Never more than six feet smaller.
This was how his fame did spread,
Not from frame, but words he said.
Until he saw a way to thrive,
From the nine that points to five,
A rocky boat without a vest.
He grew thick skin, as did the best.
He practiced like he’d never done!
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