A Poem about Montego Pet Food

Montego came in a bright, proud bag,
Promised wagging tails, no hint to nag
But my dogs, they coughed, they cried, they spewed,
Farts like storms, and bellies skewed.

Diarrhea flowed like a nightmare flood,
Vomiting streaked with fear and blood.
Scratching madness, skin on fire,
Eyes gone dull, their joy expired.

I dug through pages, found the same
Other hearts broken by that name.
Many cries on Hello Peter’s floor,
An forums stacked with sick dogs’ galore.
Mould in chunks, worms in the feed,
Fed to dogs with careless speed.

Some said it killed, and watched them fade,
Yet Montego smiles like they’ve been played.
Send your complaint—they’ll feign surprise,
Act like truth’s a sudden guise.

But scroll the forums, read the thread,
It’s all been spoken, all been said.
So tell your friends, your neighbour too,
Skip Montego this product they’re selling you.

If the store still stocks that sack of lies,
Turn your heels, let sales demise.
Because fur-babies trust in YOU..
And Montego’s food is not what I choose.