People Food

Doey eyes that drip with sadness lips tremble into a faint whine A face of concern burning anticipation the next bite is mine Kublai sits by the table begging for a morsel or two No no Kublai, no no Kublai this is people food Each bite seems such a delight the aroma makes his mouth water Each chew to him seems rude his face pleads you oughta People food people food every dog wants to eat People food people food much better then dehydrated meat Everyday he tries to sway with a face so sad you could cry If he doesn't get your next bite the little fat boy might die You end your meal and walk away whose licking your plate like his saucer Jumping on my chair naughty boy oh well with Kublai who needs a dishwasher.