There was a dog named Bob, who licked syrup from a plate. Then he checked the mailbox, for a letter that was late. It was coming from a bluejay, that would dip its beak in ink, and write the dog reminders, to wipe his face, or it would stink.
(So does this poem. But I needed to use the words, Dog Named Bob, Bluejay, Mailbox, syrup and ink, to complete a WordPress Daily Prompt.)