Happy St. Patrick’s Day.
In honor of the Irish, I wrote a limerick.
It goes like this:

There once was a shamrock named Gus.
He’s a big yellow lab who lives with us.

The end.

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Jane said that wasn’t really enough to be a limerick. It’s just a rhyme, which is nice, but it needs to have more lines.
“Does not,” I said. And wagged my tail, and stood by the pantry where the treats are hoping for  a small reward in recognition of my cleverness. However, none were forthcoming. So here’s some more:

There once was a shamrock named Gus.
He’s a big yellow lab who lives with us.
He makes our hearts dance and sing.
And we love him more than anything.

“How’s that?” I asked.
Jane looked up from her work and said it was coming along pretty well.  Still though, no treats were forthcoming. So I wrote some more.

There once was a shamrock named Gus.
He’s a big yellow lab who lives with us.
He makes our hearts dance and sing.
And we love him more than anything.
He likes to go on long walks in the ‘hood,
But would run and run in the fields if he could!

“Wow,” she said, “That’s better! I like it. Where are you going with that? What happens next?”

“See? ” I said, “That’s the matter with writing poems for people. They always think there has to be a reason for things. What if that’s all there is? Just walks and dancing and singing and stuff? Nowhere going. On purpose”

“Cody, my Cody!” she said. And picked me up and kissed my whole head. And then gave me and Gus treats and we ran outside into the green, green grass.