The Hotel

I tore down my dog's house.
It was an eyesore
and in the way, it had to go.

I developed the land
and turned it into a hotel.
What a profit.

The dog was quite upset,
as you might imagine,
so he stole my car.

Down the boardwalk he sped,
I tried to catch him
but all I had to ride in was a wheelbarrow.

I tripped.
I fell.
I was cornered.

The little dog gunned the engine.
I dove for cover
and lost my hat.

My top hat was squished
I quit
and gave him the keys to the hotel.

Now I'm homeless
and have to wear a thimble for a hat.
I wish instead that I had bought a cat.