Bryce 6.1I used to have a dog named Rover,
he'd run beside the Hog from MadCity to Plover,
One day he got hit by a drunk-drivin' drover,
Poor sweet Rover, red and black all over.
No dogs were hurt in the making of this graphic - in fact, I never had a dog named Rover.
I apologize for the inherent dishonesty in the above low quality attempt at poetry. I'd love to assure you that it won't happen again, but...