Would You Believe This Was Schoolwork?

Webster grinned and ladled some miso soup into a chipped crockery bowel.

"I hope you'll enjoy this simple offering," he said with some magniloquence.

The dachshund was not impressed.

He decided that now would be a good time to release his putsch against Webster, and permanently take over control of the caravan and the meat freezer.

With a flick of his tail, the dachshund signaled the waiting raptor to swoop down and steal Webster's toupee.

Webster shrieked in surprise as the bird landed on the trencher of bread and cheese with the wig in his beak.

Webster winced as he locked eyes with the dog and wondered if it was time to vacate the premises.

The end of poem...

…if any of you actually thought for one second that this was a poem.