The Love Rug
THE LOVE RUG
I have myself a love rug; it sits right in front of the fire
It’s a very nice snowy white; and, it’s full of love desire
It is plush and alluring, the type that catches your eye
Inviting you to come on in; have yourself a smooch lie
But . . .
Before I even get my feet on it, in comes that darn cat
Who within seconds is lying on its fur-lined smug back
Now; I am playing devil advocate with a flamin’ irate cat
Who has just stuck its claws into me being a total brat
I am now high up on the sofa; with plasters on my feet
As the flamin’ cat lulls about on the love rug; right neat
Indiana Shaw . . . : (
Copyright © Indiana Shaw | Year Posted 2020
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