Oook.. This came from nowhere, but once started, I had to actually use it. I rarely do poems of any sort , as I hate them. Alas, it has little to do with meaning of the prompt.
Your next prompt: Don?t cry over spilled milk.
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Spilled milk puppy
Bounded down the stairs
Skidded head first
Into the easy chair
Ripped his way
Into the yard
Bit the postman
Handling a card
Dribbling mouth both
Eyes on the cat
laughing so loud
About something fat
And so puppy chased
The stripped furred taunter
never ever catching
That he was the porker
Sent via a stray supercharged nano particle of unobtainium....
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