100 dogs

When I was seven, I had 100 dogs and that was too many.

My dad would cuss while my mama spanked my fanny.

They took dumps on the furniture and all over the floor.

When I came home one day, I didn't have them anymore.

I was shocked to learn that all of my dogs had been sold.

That was nearly thirty years ago, now my parents are old.

My furry companions were gone and I was sad because I was alone.

I got even yesterday when I put my parents in a nursing home.

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This is a fictional poem

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