PAWS FOR THOUGHT It's been a week since Christmas and I'm feeling glad, I'm tired and content from the fun that I've had, Day one was all laughter, cuddles and play "Look here's our new puppy" they'd all proudly say.
It's a walk in the park, lots of new scents around, Oooh is'nt this lovely, the friends that I've found, Day two was the same, and days three, four and five, It really was smashing just being alive.
It's two weeks since Christmas and I'm feeling alright, Though I'd like a walk, and I'm lonely at night, They're really too busy to pet me all day, And a walk to the park is just too far away.
That first week I slept at the foot of the bed, But now I am sent to the kitchen instead, It's cold in the kitchen and it's lonely and dark, But they come down to hit me when I whimper and bark.
It's a month since Christmas and I'm feeling glad, I think I've been naughty, I think I've been bad, They leave me alone, day after day, And then get so cross when I start to play, With a cushion, a curtain, a slipper or a chair, I don't think I'd do it if they could be there, I don't think I'd puddle on carpet or floor, If only I'd access to beyond the back door.
It's two months since Christmas, I'm still feeling sad, I know I've been naughty, I know I've been bad, They no longer love me, they no longer care, I'm too much of a nuisance, they don't want me there.
I've heard them discussing the mistake they've made, They don't like to hurt me, but the price must be paid, They tell me I'm going to that place in the sky, I think I'll be good there, I know I will try.
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