A dognapped troop
Of seven were
For canine soup
Or curried cur
Until a hound-
Sized hole got chewed
In their surround,
And they skiddooed
Behind Big Fat
The corgi. He
Is gifted at
Geography:
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He led the pack
Twelve miles or more
Till safely back
At their front door ...
What chance Big Fat
Could end life in
A cooking vat?
A little thin!
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