So I decide to write a poem for this one, I'm a little late. The prompt was "Three Dogs." The back story to this poem is that there is a company that sells wooden mugs at the Georgia Renaissance Festival named "Tres Canis Nox" - latin for "three dog night." It's very crap. So yeah.
I bought a wooden mug
from a man called
Tres Canis Nox.
It held drinks
of all sorts and even
worked as a box!
