I Love Oatmeal

You could call this puppy abuse.
Or of a box misuse.
I didn’t eat my way out.
When stuffed in I wanted to shout.

I’ve had my fill of oats.
Do I look like a billie goat?
I am a puppy and like puppy mix.
This is not my idea of getting kicks.

I am so little this is what they do.
Don’t laugh pup, it could happen to you.
When out I got, to my surprise.
There was a treat before my eyes.

They gave me the box to roll and play.
So really all in all it was a good day.
Well until in it, my head got stuck so tight.
But I put up a really good fight.

Now they got a good laugh but just for awhile.
My mommy looked at me and she did smile.
I licked her face and said throw it away.
With my puppy toys, I will play.

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