Dog loved to read.
He could read at speed.
He dove through Dickens at a dash
And Flaubert flew by in a flash.
He devoured a dictionary for lunch
(The thesaurus was a minor munch).
But one day whilst reading in the park
He choked on a quotation mark.
He coughed and sneezed and shook his head,
But poor dog ended up quite dead.
Now he sits outside the Pearly Gates
And reads the paper while he waits.
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