NaPM April 6 2013

[milo]

i missed yesterday

The lawn was red just like my coat
the wolfie gripped around the throat.
Crack! the hairy packhound swung
as tortured lupis neck was wrung.
Its big wet eyes, with glee were plucked
the fur-bags viewing tackle fucked.
Big bad teeth within it's snout;
the hammer sorted that lot out.
You ate my gran you hungry dog
and in return will feed the hog.

didn't you read the FAQ? You are allowed make-ups.