I once had a dog.
But now she’s gone.
For you see, I cut her open
To see her insides
While she was still alive.
Her blood came
Pooling out onto the
Gravel drive.
I pulled out her organs.
Then put them back in.
I am sad to say
That she did not make it.
I had mom bury her
Under the old willow tree
by the river. She will be surly missed.
I don’t know how this will affect you.
But my first surgery was a flop.
Maybe the second one I will get right.
Now where did you say you kept your cat?
