Boyhood Boxer............ [very Short; About A Dog And A....; Not To Be Confused With Men's Underwear] Poem by Bri Edwards

Hey Bri this is a very sad state of affairs that poor cat the least the poor thing should have got was a little grave with its name on so its uncaring owner could remember it. Now I'm off to read Colin's poem which I hope will be less gruesome See you later cat hater ha ha just kidding Bri enjoyed the poem

Its funny, you said not to be confused with men's boxers, but I had confused it with a boxer as in the athlete lol. This makes for a gruesome story, which in the end is the only thing you remember about such events. This is definitely a more morose view of boxers than Jefferey's poem though, in a way that itself is comical. ~Nika

Poor cat! ! Mr. Boxer, mind you, don't go around killing others while wagging your stubby tail! ! Bri, you don't remember? Really? You only remember the gruesome part? : P Was it your cat the dog killed, or did you make this entire poem up?