The other day I decided to bake a cake, and so I set to work in the kitchen. I discovered that I didn’t have any butter, so I sent my dog to buy some. On the way, he passed a bookstore and, being intrigued by a display in the window, he went in and came home with a dog-eared book of poems. The point of my story is: Never send a literary dog to the grocery store because he’ll get verse before he gets butter.

•••

Send your groaners to Maureen Dolan, mdolan@cdapress.com.

Remember: Keep ‘em clean and don’t be mean. Thanks!