Old Bengo
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Our old dog Bengo,
Well what can I say,
He never failed to make our day,
Boxer by breed,
Wicked by nature,
When he was in the mood,
He was a true exterminator,
He swallowed a sock!
He'd chew up the clothes,
Destruction was his middle name,
He'd surely keep you on your toes!
He was lovable, but a real pain!
I miss that old mutt,
I think of him often,
Even though,
He drove us insane!
Jayne Louise Davies
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