But soft! What light from yonder kitchen breaks?
It is the ‘fridge, and all my dreams are won!
Arise, black hound, devour the cheesy feast,
And from your hunger pangs now seek relief.
Those sausages, more near at hand than she,
By her hand made, whilst thou wast envious,
Eat now, unless thou shoulst be sick and green,
The guilt? Thou must but bear it. Cast it off.
It is my two-legs! Uh oh, I’m undone!
O that she had not come!
She looks, yet she says nothing. What’s all that?
Her eye speaks volumes; I will run for it!
I cannot hide…she knows where she must seek.
I wish myself with all the stars of heaven!
With puppy gaze I do entreat her eyes…
They twinkle in response despite her frown…
What if I hold her eyes, and keep her here?
The twitching of her cheek belies her ire
As laughter doth her tears; her eyes to heaven
Raised in mock despair, they gleam so bright
That I could sing and think I’ll be alright.
See now I lay my cheek upon her hand,
And feel nothing but love within that hand,
In spite of all my cheek!
With abject apologies to Shakespeare…
(At least this makes a change from her fascination with Macbeth…)
I love it and I´m sure the Bard would too. xx
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I dread to think what she’ll be at next though 😉 x
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Wonderful. I hadn’t read the Macbeth one before and enjoyed it, too.
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It appears she holds nothing sacred…especially not the contents of my fridge 😉
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Hahaha Brilliant! Forsooth, I say: Friends, Romans, Countrymen lend me your dog. I come to bury Cesare Salad . . .
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She would too …it would be gone in a gulp 😉
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hahaha Love this! Well Done! 😀
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Thank you! 🙂 Good luck with your visitors… 😉
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haha Thank you. We’re winning! 🙂
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Good to hear 🙂
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wonderful Sue. For Maggie,
The ding of the microwave calleth,
What delights there are to behold,
Scrambled eggs are mine favourite,
Methinks delicious, hot or cold!
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My first footfall on the kitchen floor summons my familiar spirit… she knows exactly where the treats are stored and, if they are not forthcoming, she sees the fridge as fair game if I fail to close the door properly…
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I can imagine………. stealth by night eh Ani? 🙂
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And not so stealthy by day 😉
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hehe. Her advantage is you can’t see her in the dark!
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The white bits give her away 😉
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Wonderful , from one who has a front, row balcony seat for your posts! ❤
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Ah, Ani has a gift for holding centre stage 😉 ❤
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Ha ha ha. Oh, there go the homemade sausages. This was so funny. Love the guilty photos too.
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She has her own sausages…so must think anything of mine fair game 😉
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You’re a nice mommy to make her sausages. No wonder she was confused. 😀
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She just shares… pretty much everything I eat 🙂
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😀
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Ani, the photogenic poet! ❤
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She is at least one of those, Bob 😉
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So cute. So talented.
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…and persistently hungry 😉
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Awwwww 😃
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🙂
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Reblogged this on The Militant Negro™.
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Thank you 🙂
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But … but … what about the sausages? Love is grand … but what about the cheese?
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She shared both 😉 Se always does…
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Great! Ania real citizen of the UK, but as an cheese-eater a more french origin? LOL
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Ani is Irish and English… but seems to have French tastes 😉
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😉 LOL
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😀
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Reblogged this on Die Erste Eslarner Zeitung – Aus und über Eslarn, sowie die bayerisch-tschechische Region!.
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🙂
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Fantastic! Who knew Ani had this amazing Shakespearean side!
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That dog has some strange quirks, Noelle 😉
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Absolutely loved this!
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Thanks, Joan 🙂
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Excellent! Brava!!
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*small dog takes a bow* 😉
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Congratulations Ani, on liberating the sausage, great Shakespeare too!
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Thank you! Now, if there were only some more sausages to liberate… or a nice bit of ham 😉 xx
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Reblogged this on anita dawes and jaye marie.
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Ani thanks you, Jaye 🙂 x
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Bless her!
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🙂
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Wow! I had no idea Ani knew Shakespeare. This was really cute. 😀 — Suzanne
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She knows more than she lets on 🙂
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All the world’s a stage, and sausages, and tennis balls, and mud … but not baths. 😀
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Not if she can help it anyway 😉
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Ani, you are Bard of the barkers! Brilliant! ❤ Hugs xx
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Heh 😀 xx
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