Pink fluffy slippers - set free #puppylove
I had some new slippers, all fluffy and pink.
I walked in the bedroom and I felt my heart sink.
My beautiful slippers lay all tattered and torn.
My pink furry babies I stood there, my slippers to mourn.
I look all around me but you are nowhere to be found.
Come on, where are you, you sweet pesky hound!
I spent a small fortune on an array of dog toys.
Some even making that high pitched squeaking noise!
My poor beautiful slippers, worn only once.
I look down at this fluff fest, just wanting to wince.
I know you are here, just hiding away.
I will come and find you, come what may.
I gently call out your name as I’ve a new game to play.
I have lovely doggy treats and I’m giving them away!
Come out, come out, wherever you are.
Come on my fur baby - you can’t have gone far!
Then I look down and see it, your give away sign.
Under the bed, there’s a wagging tail and a small whine.
Aha I have got you - you can’t get away!
I am your master - the one you obey!
I call out your name, so sickly and sweet.
There is nowhere that you can beat a retreat.
You crawl out on your belly and lift up your eyes.
You, you made sure my slippers met their demise!
I look down at you, as you crawl out on your belly.
Your bottom jaw wobbling like a big bowl of jelly.
You lift up your paw and cock your head to the side.
This one simple action - I look deep into your eyes.
Guess I don’t need my slippers - well, not at this time
I mean chewing my slippers is hardly a war crime.
I lay my hand on your head and you gaze up at me.
Ok boy, I guess you thought you just set my slippers free.
J C Hicks copyright 31-7-2021
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