Tail


I am not a dog.
A three year old boy am I.
My Daddy says I'm a dog.
Mommy says I look cute.
Daddy says cut it off.
Mommy says not.
They argue back and forth.
Cut, Cute, Cut, Cute.
Snip, Flush.
Now they can argue
over the bald spot
in the back of my head.

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