Abused

You want to know about abuse? Then I will tell you about me. Battered, spat on for all to see. Kicked and jumped on, thrown about, Hardly ever a day without a clout. hurled at the wall in temper or fun, and my day had hardly begun Watched with gleeas I slid to the floor, Screamed at by all those wanting more. Punched without mercy, it never let up. Drenched by hot liquid poured from a cup. Finally left in the corner, bedraggled, forlorn, Dirty and neglected after all their scorn. If I have a choice after being so put on, I'm not coming back as another cushion! Keeping an eye on our dogs now! © Dave Timperley 15/12/2017