Literature
In Memory of Lassie
I shall miss my poor dear Lassie,
Strong and tough, No Lass was he,
But made of plastics, hard and stout,
And filled with metal, inside and out.
One night he took a deadly fall
From atop my bed, in Jacob Hall
To the ground, I watched him plummet
And heard the painful crunch, that soon came from it
He fell quickly, and hit quite hard,
And his insides all were roughly jarred
A nasty wound on his side showed,
His top was loose, his side was bowed
His insides all were very jumbled
With simple tasks he sadly fumbled
So to the doctors I did take him
And on they looked, with faces grim
Lassie, they said, could not be saved,
Despite