Clown's Evil Brown

A poem about a dog.

Clown’s Evil Brown

 

 

My head spins around

When I see my house

Covered in brown.

 

My new puppy

Clown hasn’t

Gotten around

To learning his

Potty training.

 

There is so much

Vile brown

To clean up.

 

I may have

To call my boss

And say my

Aunt died.

 

I have to skip

Town, just so

I can clean

Up Clown’s

Evil Brown.

Reviews

[Forever Mine]

haha i loved this ! Very funny!

[Steve]

This is funny! I feel the same way when I have to clean that stuff. I wonder who something so small could produce something so huge!

[Molafvt]

Ha, ha, ha...! Very cute Marie. You might want to change "I'm" to I in this stanza.
"I’m may have

To call my boss

And say my

Aunt died."
Otherwise it gave me a giggle.

[LeeLee Ryder]

CEB's brown humor shines through, Marie ... Pups to you! LLR