If Dogs Could Talk….
You’ve clearly forgotten, you’re in my spot
That seems to happen quite a lot
You know the sofa is where I sit
I call it my cosy, puppy pit
I think you’ve forgotten I have a mouth
I pouted, whined, whimpered and shouted
But you sat and ate all your tea
Right there - in front of me!
You didn’t seem all that happy
In fact I’d say you looked displeased
You placed that fluffy toy in my bed
And in thirty seconds I’d ripped off his head
I had expected high praise indeed
When I took that toy and set it free
I doggedly pulled his stuffing out
And you - all you did was pout
When I took you out for a walk
As we walked through the park
I let out lots of short, sharp barks
“Quiet” was all you could remark
I’ve tried so hard to work you out
I don’t know what you’re about
But I know that we’ve got a special bond
And here, with you, is where I belong. ❤️
Joanne C Hicks Pembrokeshire Poet copyright ©️
20th March 2025
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