My two-legs really worries me
When she starts with the cleaning,
She climbs on things that wobble
when she’s stretching out and leaning.
She scrubs and talks of ‘elbow-grease’
And squirts stuff that’s all squeezy
That makes things smell all flowery…
And makes a Small Dog sneezy!
The thing is, she has accidents
With everything she touches
(I hid my fav’rite ball away
To keep it from her clutches…).
I think maybe she’s lost the plot…
Or stepped outside her rhythm…
She took the curtains down to wash,
The curtain rail came with ‘em.
She trimmed the lawn to make it neat
And cut the long grass lower…
And said some words I should not hear
When she blew up the mower!
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This is a great poem Ani! I think you should let her be. She will get over the cleaning bug soon. Meanwhile just stay safe.
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She started trying to be an electrician instead… I hid under the desk. Just in case 😉
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Good for you. Dangerous hobby, being an Electrition.
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‘Specially where my two legs is concerned 😉
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Yup!
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I love the Small Dog stories ♥ and this is a great poem! Thank you, Sue!
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Thanks, Connie. The Small Dog specialises in what you might call Doggerel 😉
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I love this!
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Thanks, Ena. The Dog shares all my secrets 😉
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!!! Who hasn’t pulled curtains to clean and included the rod?! I laughed out loud. We are dog folk, so the rhyme was especially poignant. 😊
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I wouldn’t have minded, but the fitting snapped… 😉
I’m definitely dog folk too 🙂
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I know! 😛
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