As Toby nears the end of his bed-rest, he is keeping himself busy writing poetry and asked me to share his latest creation:
I’m ready to Play
By Toby the Lab
I’m fed up with not playing
Can you hear what I’m saying?
I demand a new vet
My needs were not met
I missed out on the snow
Because of that Schmoe
He said not to run
Took away all my fun
Swollen leg still a riddle
But I feel fit as a fiddle
My ear is still goopy
It’s no wonder I’m loopy
I’ve stole enough shoes
And ate enough chews
I’ve torn enough mail
To fill a large pail
After twenty games of ‘Touch’
I don’t like it so much
They bent many a rule
(The sofa was cool)
But I’m ready to play
So get out of my way!
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