My dog wrote a poem the other day. He's been pretty worried about Valentine's Day coming up. His best friend dog is a girl -- but she's not his girlfriend. That's the problem: what to give a girl for Valentine's Day without sending her the wrong message? Plus chocolate could kill her. He asked the boys what they thought -- they didn't really have relevant advice.
And so, suddenly, a poem:
Roses are red
Poop is brown
You are the wuffest
Girl-dog in town
It's either that or he bites her ears off.
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