Cerberus The Destructive House Dog
The loyal hound
He stood his ground
Waiting for his master
Hoping he'd rush to get home faster
The three collective heads
Had torn the death god's couch to shreds
A punishment they did await
The severity of it, left up to the three fates
The time it did indeed drag
Their tail would no longer wag
Shame was felt in every bone
Master's glare would be hard as stone
And suddenly a knock was heard
Into action they were spurred
Rushing towards the door
The hound's expression seemed to soar
But once their master noticed the mess
The hound indeed felt quite distressed
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