She Wants Chicken, Hot
Dog looks confused.
Puts nose up at expensive Science Diet.
She wants chicken, hot, from Kentucky Fried.
With a bit of biscuit, and fine warm butter.
I roll my eyes as my husband gives a deep sigh
And gives in. Maybe because she is now sitting on his arm
While he tries to eat.
He has this insane idea that she will
Leave him alone now.
WHAT?
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2018
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