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