Someone left a chew-toy for me
right here by the road!
A crunchy flattened armadillo!
Can't I take it home?
I'd play with it, I'd tear it up
into a hundred pieces!
Oh, please, Oh, please, let me have it!
It smells so wonderful!
I'd leave your shoes alone all day,
I wouldn't chew your gloves!
I wouldn't dig holes all over the garden
or gnaw the trees to the ground!
I really am a very good doggy,
but I need stuff to do!
So can't I take home one ripe armadillo,
just one armadillo today?
Stephen Brooke ©2011
Dogs, of course, never rhyme their poems. Cats, on the other hand...