MY DOG FRED’S ITCH!

MY DOG FRED’S ITCH!

My dog, Fred,

Was really itchin,’

And scratchin’ himself

All over my kitchen,

 

Then, Fred started rubbin,’

His butt, with its mange,

Up and down the front

Of my hot oven range,

 

And the cream on his butt

For Smoky Mountain ticks,

And my hot oven range,

Really didn’t mix,

 

Fred caught on fire,

Before you can say, “cough,”

The flames burned all

Fred’s hair clean off,

 

For the rest of the day,

Fred lay in the ditch,

But one good thing,

The fire cured his itch!   😊

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CARROTS FOR SANTA!

CARROTS FOR SANTA!

News flash!  The news is

Viral and frenetic!

We have just learned

Santa is diabetic!

 

The news may be bad,

But it would be worse, you see,

Imagine the headlines

If Santa had a raging S.T.D.!

 

But let’s come together

And help the old Elf,

He eats too many cookies,

In spite of himself,

 

So, let’s agree, no more cookies,

We really ought-er

Just leave for Santa

Lots of carrots and water!   😊