I have a terrible little poem to share with you for week 118 of SC.
I have a really, really good excuse.
When Mr. Jenny and I were driving home tonight I saw a billboard.
It read: "It's never a bad time to hug a cheetoh with your teeth."
How can I possibly write a little rhyming story about this funny little picture after reading a billboard like that?
Oh my bone!
This fur is much too hot for me.
Shave me now!
I beg of you!
Dog days are awful!
I am dying from the heat.
I do NOT want a treat.
I'm close to being a heat-stroked mutt.
Please freeze my butt!
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