Broken Salmon

Here we go again

me to the rescue

saving little old what’s his name

from drowning,

yet again.

You’d think his mother would stop him

it’s the third time this month

my coat is ruined and muddy

and I hate the smell of salmon.

Maybe I should jump in the river

get washed away

see if anyone rescues me.

Look I even broke a nail

what happened to the easy life?

All I want is to lie by the fire and sleep

but no I have to save the little brats.

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