With This Ploy, Poof Goes The Toy!

So here we are at my bar, yapping to commentators near and far, blabbing on with a big story and now for a break it's another book in all its glory. You did not think such things would stop that here at my mat?

A boy lost his toy,
It had to be an evil ploy.
He searched high and low,
Where ever did it go?

In comes a mutt,
That likes to sniff a butt.
He joins the search,
Scouting out every perch.

They look all over.
He is a helpful rover.
But they still can't find it,
The boy throws a fit.

Maybe trolls took it.
Maybe ogres for a bit.
Who really knows,
But he has to beat the foes.

Who took the toy?
Come now, don't be coy,
You can tell.
You'll just be thrown in a cell.










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There we go, another book to add to my book show. 40 is drawing near. That will deserve a cheer. Will the boy find his toy? I would not bet on the mutt with gas, but that is just my little rhyming ass.

Later all, have a nice fall.