The Fantastic Mr. Carroll

Original poetry from the twisted mind of a Veteran overcoming SMI. All rights reserved.

Oh, Doggo-Man

Oh doggo-man, Oh doggo-man

You fill me with such joy

I love to watch you run around

And play with all your toys

Oh doggo-man, Oh doggo-man

You are with me every day

Even on my worst days

You love me anyway

Oh doggo-man, Oh doggo-man

You are starting to get old

But even after you pass on

My heart will always hold

Oh doggo-man, Oh doggo-man

The time is drawing near

I don’t know how I will survive

It will require lots of beer

Oh doggo-man, Oh doggo-man

I would bring you much fine wine

If it meant you could stay with me

Until the end of time

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