The trees upon our mountain shone
So crisp, ablaze and golden -
Such beauteous, pure magnificence
My grateful eyes to beholdin’….
Yet, t’was not this sight to which I woke –
Tho’ it’s beauty could stop one’s heart…
No, t’was not this fine, fall foliage,
Instead, t’was my wee Corgi’s fart.
Ahhhh, the leaf, like jewels and gemstones –
In shades of scarlet, lemon, peach…
O, sigh, says I, it should come as one...
With my dear, (tho' gassy)
Beetch.
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