Dogfood

Like any faithful hound
I scent dinnertime
From a country mile
 
Come bounding
Sit up
 
Devour my bowlful
Slaveringly
Slavishly
 
Eternally grateful
For a full five seconds
 
So
 
Why
Broccoli
 
Leaves me
Dyspeptically full
 
Green
 
Begging to get down
 
Is a mystery
Of the cosmos
I chew over
Endlessly
 
While Tim
Glowers
Over the rim
Of his no dessert
School ma’am
Glasses
 
Mimics
‘I’m full’
Like a whining
Whelp 
 
Until
I skulk off
With the dishes
Tail between my legs
 
Sneak a
Wistful sniff
Of the cheese
And crackers
 
Leave seizing
For a furtive night time
Raid
 
Because
What garnishes
Wistful and crackers
 
If not
Fistful
And knackers
 
 
 




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