A smelly Poem

dinner time

I have no choice in what I eat

obviously I would prefer meat

You give me toast

That’s ok

And I could lick peanut butter ALL day

Carrots are fine

Biscuits too

But they can on occasion affect

My poo

Bones I love to suck and lick

And sometimes I will chew a stick

Leftover pizza stolen from the bin

And that rubber toy you put kibble in

Ice cream and sprinkles

Pie and cream

Now I really don’t want to sound mean

But

What I would like to propose

Is that you let me eat the stuff between your toes

More often..

 

Sam Sam

 

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