My Dog
There was once a dog.
Who lived in a cog.
He ate so little food.
That he chewed and chewed.
He barks so hard. 
In the backyard.
At dinner.
He gets thinner.
When he gets excited.
He feels united.
After he licks.
He kicks the bricks.
When he sees fish and chips.
He licks his lips.
His tail wags so much.
Especially when someone has fudge.
When I open the door.
He bounces on the floor.
Even though he gets into all the pie.
He is the apple of my eye.
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Reflection
I have been learning to write a narrative poem
I got a lot better at making rhymes but I need to work on making make sense.
My next step is to make a story not just describing the object.
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