“Billy Jo” by Toni Newell

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My little puppy ‘Billy Joe’,

Had a short nose,

As the weeks went by,

A question arose,

“Was it getting bigger,

As mischief was done,

Did it grow accordingly,

Reflecting all his fun?”

Food stolen from the table,

Accidents inside,

“Was he like Pinocchio,

Whose nose grew when he lied?”

He always looked so innocent,

But I knew it could not be,

The evidence was there,

Right in front of me.

In time his nose grew longer,

More damage I could see,

And then it slowly stopped,

I was happy as can be.

Billy’s nose stopped growing,

The older he became,

He was less destructive,

For it was his age that was to blame.

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