Whimsical poem about a frisky pet dog.
I have a poodle.
I call him Noodle.
He’s like to play.
He likes to doodle.
Noodle is brown.
He goes out on the town.
When he comes home,
He barely makes a sound.
Noodle likes to bark
When it is dark.
You can hear him all the way
From Ashbury Park.
If you should see my spirited pet,
Just remind him he has an appointment with
The VET!
Fun! 
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