We had porridge for dinner, the small dog and I,
She likes it with cream on, I wouldn’t know why..
She’d already eaten, but doing her duty,
Protecting my waistline and small claim to beauty,
She thought she’d be helpful and have second helpings
Distracting me nicely with wagging and yelping,
And soon as my back was turned dinner was eaten,
I’m fast, but a hungry small dog can’t be beaten.
She polished her own off and while I did dishes
It seems that a fairy came, giving her wishes
I had left my dinner in reach, it is true,
(An obvious failing, between me and you)
The ham disappeared without leaving a trace
Except for the grin upon one small dog’s face
And so we had porridge, the doglet and I,
I can’t say I fancied it, heaven knows why,
And then when I left it, you wouldn’t believe it,
The small dog sneaked up and decided to thieve it.
It’s my own fault, I know, a fact I can’t ignore,
While she’s fast asleep, all curled up on the floor.