the melting of Mortimer went unannounced
in Monday morning newspapers the whole
world ‘round.
puddled tufts of twisted dog hair were all
that remained as white hot
searing lasers were finally
turned down.
he’d been a fairly faithful and good dog
for quite some long time,
but as with you and me too,
there’s always a final stop sign
for our breath and foolish rhymes.
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