That Pesky Dog
Pesky barks too much And she barks too loud At each little noise You'd swear she's a crowd. She warns of airplanes Of strange cars and cats The ring of the phone and all rat-a-tats. Spins like a cyclone And makes my ears ring Just one little dog But in everything! Sure her hair is soft The ones yet unshed The rest coat my floors From bathroom to bed. Of petting and treats She claims her fair share That's all she can mooch With sweet pesky flair. Whenever I might Have something to eat Please share it with me She barks at my feet. The smile of a waif And pleading brown eyes Have conned my last chip This wolf in disguise. She licks my bare feet And laughs when I yelp Then sneaky imp claims Just trying to help. She sleeps 'neath my feet Trips me when I rise And Always, each time Looks up in surprise. She barks and mooches Drives me up the wall Why do I complain? I miss her that's all. She's staying with friends I sure feel her lack Can't wait to get home And say Give her back! I'm sure they'll agree She's been there too long Although they'll deny She's done something wrong. They'll lie with a smile She's been good as gold Yet a quick check proves It's MY dog I hold. She's loud and she's brash Drives me up the wall And loyal and true My buddy through all.
Linda A. Ives. All rights reserved.
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