New Toy
He does not wait for me to unpack the bags
his nose pilfers as his stubby tail wags
Home from shopping and Kubla hunts for joy
he is expecting his brand new toy
Genghis confused barks and howls
for he plays with any old toy anyhow
But Kubla must taste his heart's wish
a new clean toy is his favorite dish
It has to be furry and squeak with each bite
to bring Kubla to his happy delight
He grabs with his mouth and bites to squeak
it is the sound sought and seeks
New and fresh he chews and chews
first a tiny hole then he bites it into
Out the air bladder that squeaked divine
he chews it dead as a treat he dine
Genghis shakes his head fast and furious
with an old toy in mouth wants Kubla curious
But Kubla is content a new toy destroyed
it took only a few moments for the little fat boy
The remains of white stuffing all over the floor
with little-spoiled doggies who could want more
Copyright © Fritz Purdum | Year Posted 2017
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