That damn dog

When I went on a picnic, I wondered why the sandwiches were wet.

I ate two of them and it was something that I'd soon regret.

It was revolting and drastic.

My dog wet on the picnic basket.

I ate the sandwiches when my wife handed them to me.

I wondered why they smelled and tasted like pee.

When I learned that the sandwiches had been peed on, I threw up.

I sold that damn dog that I'd had since he was a pup.

When I puked my guts out, I was not pleased.

I'll never again be able to eat bologna and cheese.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I got the idea for this poem from National Lampoon's Vacation.

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