You know that I think your dog’s great
(When she’s safely behind your front gate)
Well, it seems that she’s out
And wandering about
And I think she wants me for her plate
There’s no need for you to feel dread
It’s well after ten, she’s been fed
She’s in a good mood
She’s well stuffed with food
Just leave her, she’ll go to her bed
Sincerely, I do beg your pardon
But your precious is now in my garden
I’ve had to scamper
On top of my camper
And the climb up that ladder’s a hard ‘un.
Let me tell you a thing ’bout my pet
As a Staffy, she’s soft as you’ll get
She’s cuddly and warm
And never does harm.
Come down from your perch and don’t fret.
I hear what you’re saying to me, Ma’am
And I know how you love your wee lamb
I will feel better
As soon as you get her
Till then, I’ll stay right where I am.
This was written in response to Kreative Kue 270 published on this site.