I wrote this a long, long time ago. Kinda cute. I’m proud of young me. 🙂

When Finished with a bone
A dog wishes no one to be shown
So it is, that the bone be buried
Into a deep, dark, dank hole it’s hurried
No one again upon the bone will gaze
To the dog the bone is but a haze
Still the bone has existed
Have you the help of holes enlisted?