Kickass, the doorstop dog, indulges the keeper when he–the keeper suffers from various creative aberrations, such as wasting great chunks of time writing nonsense. It keeps him off the streets:
So in the crackers were little black bugs.
Surprise protein accepted with shrugs.
No harm done, not even a scare.
But Phyllis’s soup is too good to share.
She is very creative around a kettle.
Nothing’s safe from Phyllis’s soup mettle.
The end result is a treat to savor.
And it doesn’t need bugs for extra flavor.
In fact, Phyllis does not eat crackers with soup
Which means only her partner was the cracker bug dupe.
How many he ate will never be know.
But this here poem ends with a groan.