Butter Bandit
Submitted by bill e on 4/1/2010 7:03 AM
It was four in the moring and all thru the house , not a creature was staring not even a mouse.
Then to my surprise my stomach did growl, wantig a butterfinger, i was now on the prowl.
In the kitchen i hear crunch, crunch, crunch, little did i know it was my dog punch.
Sitting thier lookiing surprised, i could see the joy in his eyes, as he ate my butterfinger
next to my cheery pie