Authored by Chuck Keys
Hot thickly sliced juicy turkey
sandwiched a mid fresh bread
tastier than beef jerky
(can't wait to be fed)
Smooth mashed potato’s heaped high,
Smothered in thick bubbly brown gravy,
Patiently panting and ready to sigh
That's me all the time ready as the navy
most importantly, loved by all.
I am the Dickens.
I like my food heated,
except ice cubes and ice cream,
Fresh tasty and sweet treated
Bake, broil, fry or steam
Healthy, whole wheat and oats, all part of my dream
Eggs over easy with hash browns and toast,
Chicken noodle soup with burgers and fries,
Hot dogs, tacos, and rump roast,
Steaks, ribs, lamb chops and pizza pies
Peanut butter, pretzels, chips and dips,
Cookies, cake, fruit and sweet tarts,
Carrots, celery, peppers and cheese nips,
All deserved for this canines sweet hearts.
The joy I bring exceeds my cost
Willingly fulfill my every whim
The toys I need barely a cost
Everything needed to keep me trim
Loved ever, and more by all
The demands I make
I deserve with galore.
So well behaved, special like cake.
Prim and proper I am not,
Nor humble nor noble nor brave,
Exceedingly handsome while devilishly hot
Loving warmth deserving of rave.
I am the Dickens as appropriately named,
Honored adored and loved by all,
Into everything as essentially framed;
Never safe from me;
pockets and purses,
drawers and shelves,
(paper and plastic),
brief cases and cupboards
everything you can think of
and probably more;
whenever and wherever I please
as often as I find a need.
Cute and cuddly with a gluttons' ease
Demands I look everywhere for my feed.
Truth be dammed I am as I am.
Everybody wants me
Just as I am
Needy as the ham that I am.
Our edibles I guard
And deliciously protect
Love with regard
Always with respect
Dad is my bone boy and toy
Tougher rougher but easier than most
(all bark and no bite)
Willing to be my joy
Easy to get his morning toast
makes him a very good host.
Mom is my pet
So special warm and soft
Won't let me fret
Loving me so oft.
Hugged gently safe and secure
Patted petted and held so dear
Inside her arms
on her lap is the cure
Never ever having to fear.
I am the Dickens
King of my Castle
Master of my Domain
Copyright © Chuck Keys | Year Posted 2010
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