253 – Sofa So Good

Poem number 253
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Sofa So Good
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The sofa had a massive mouth
It ate a dog a day
Until the dogs got sensible
And learned to stay away
So now I feed it squirrels
And occasionally a rat
Just to keep it nicely sated
So it doesn’t eat the cat.

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