Another poem for Maggie:
for years she always associated the ding of the microwave as time for breakfast!
She looks at me, and starts to whine,
‘Come on Mum, you know it’s tea time!’
Stares up from her cushion here on the floor
Branding my soul, til I can stand it no more.
‘OK, I’ll get something to shove in your face,
Then you’ll get fat, wobble all over the place,
But I just can’t seem to ignore you scrounge!’
As I try to relax in our now comfortable lounge.
The tail starts to wag, do I detect a smile?
She knows she wins paws down by a mile,
Whatever we’re having, she has to taste,
Can’t have anything going to waste.
Chicken or turkey, ham, egg or cheese,
She’s happy to sample any of these.
It’s all our own doing, started as a pup
Gave her something to eat to just shut her up,
But those brown eyes twinkle with love and content,
Did you see where…
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