I can't believe it! I've been publishing Adventures of Dawge for two years now! And over the years, a lot has changed: I've started writing full-fledged short stories instead of just random sentences; Lots of new characters have joined us; (Including Qaat, Bubs, and Urghh) And Mr. Bubblehead became president!
To celebrate this momentous occasion, I would like to share a poem, written by Dawge himself:
An Ode To Random.
Through the arc of doom
I think of large giraffes
And little baby buffalo
Wearing multi-colored hats
Rabid werewolf-monkeys
And demons that are snobs
An evil flying dogfish
That's stinking at his job
A semi-worried flea
Who quite misses his son
And little lemon creatures
That eat people for fun
But when day is over
And when the sun is set
Nothing makes me quite as happy
As Urghh doing The Nutcracker ballet.
This is the type of day that needs cake.
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