A Poem To Jack

I was snooping around my mates lap,
And his name was Jack,
What was found there,
Can only be described,
As two big biscuits and a shortcake.
The smell to each was distinct to its own,
And can never be replicated.
O Jack why did you leave me,
I thought forever we would be,
I only wanted a biscuit after dribbling on your knee.

by Laura Cummings

Comments (6)

They say love is a warm puppy...
I'm gonna asume this person is a friend of yours? lol did they apriciate this poem?
well done very good and funny: -)
Very creative! ! ! Good use of metaphors with this (i hope they're metaphors! ! !) Very funny!
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