Ancient Wisdom

As I pushed my cart
past the laughing friends
sitting on the brown
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The Rottweiler of Nar

My sons challenged me to write a limerick since that is one poetry form I’ve not played around with. Here is my first attempt:

A Rottweiler living in Nar
never wandered off very far.
He’d walk over here,
but soon see a deer,
and flee to hide under the bar.