Three Puddles of Goo
Goo here, goo there
The puppies are drooling everywhere.
Every-time I fix a snack
It’s a new puppy attack.
So cute with eyes so wide
Staring at me without so much aside.
First one, then two and now three,
Sitting in front of me like a row of trees.
I save portions for one and all
And once fed, they wander off down the hall.
When I eat, it’s so much like a zoo,
Now I’m left with three puddles of goo.
Copyright © Michael Eastman | Year Posted 2015
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