I created it, it's mine to toy with;
Please don't add a thing
without that flavor that flows;
If I wanted it?
I already would have done it.
Growl at me?
I'll show you my teeth
and you won't like it;
I created it, it's mine to toy with;
I'm already wild.
I always work alone.
Trespass and you'll get bit.
Hard.
Still think I'm docile?
Can't cage what you can't catch.
Do your own thing
don't manipulate what's mine.
You're housebroken, I'm ferocious.
I created it. It's mine to toy with.
I have a dog name Peanut;
he's a long-haired mutt.
He's my shadow halve,
he's the closest friend I have.
He's sorts of a blend of goofy
I'm not sure why, but his snoopy.
Though his housebroken, but fiddles
unthinking quite tickled and piddles,
when company comes, on the rugs;
he's still met with warm love and hugs.
Like a child he drags his toys out to play,
would never change his nutty way.
When grandchildren come to play,
he's fast, sleek, and finds places to hide away.
Never take this little boy's toy,
he'll find a way to take it away with joy.
If, you want to be bathed with kisses
just lay on the floor he never misses.
When nighttime arrives my charm, like norm,
we cuddled against each other to keep warm.
9/28/2019
Children Story
Poetry Contest: Write a Rhyme about your favorite PET, living or not'
Sponsored By: Regina Riddle
Bandit
That first day he took his own room
He doesn’t want anyone in there
Especially to sweep with a broom
From day one he’s been housebroken
He barks at me like crazy
If he were human he would be outspoken
When it comes to rodents he is daring
He’s gotten slower and other losses
One being his hearing
He has lost some of his sight
He won’t go down the stairs
I have to turn on a light
About his nose for him to smell
When I take out food
It’s like I rang a dinner bell
He won’t leave me out of his sight
He follows me around the house
He must be with me day and night
He likes outside in the cold
He dislikes summer
My dog now at 15 years old
They say I'm quite the expert
The best they've ever seen yet
So I'll tell you all my secrets
On the art of housebreaking pets
You'll need a lot of newspapers
To smack them on their noses
You can always tell when they have to pee
Cause they strike those familiar poses
Teach them how to scratch at the door
Each time that they have to go
You have to show them, you're the boss
It's the first thing they need to know
And when they have that accident
On your carpet with number two
Rub their nose in it, til they understand
That just isn't the thing to do
And it never fails, when they move in
They're always infested with fleas
And depending on how old they are
An occasional flatulence disease
You can teach them to fetch your slippers
For this is part of their duties
But don't ever let them touch your feet
For you'll surely end up with cooties
I think there's been a misunderstanding
For I don't own a pet at all
I wasn't talking about housebreaking pets
I was talking about my mother-in-law
No mother-in-laws were harmed in the writing of this poem