CHRISTMAS PUPPY - FREE TO A GOOD HOME 

My family pack are back at last - I hear Rob turn the key
I must be quick to welcome them! They're all my life to me
Did I tear Fay's nylons in my haste, and scratch her arms as well?
Put paw prints on Rob's office suit, and hairs and widdle smell?

So I chewed Fay's pure wool jacket! well, she left it on a chair
It was warm and soft and perfumed; I pretended she was there
And Aunt Molly's wedding ornament knocked off the window-sill?
I was speaking to a passing friend, as any prisoner will.

Next door neighbours are complaining - how could I disturb their day?
What about that stinking corner where net curtains sag and sway?
And the wet shreds on the hearth rug, with spread feathers billowing up?
Well, soil cushions make find play-toys for an active lonely pup

Did I nip the hand that fed me? True - it smelled just like my plate
And I was starving hungry, and I've never had to wait
And if I brought my supper up across the bedroom floor
Who filled my plate so generously, and failed to close the door?

It's dark down here and chilly, and I'm feeling rather blue
Perhaps a song would cheer me up? Oh great, Rob's howling too!
My new pack boss is calling me - I must greet him with love
But why the screams and smacks and roars and threatening from above?

I lost my mother yesterday and all my litter pals
I'm small and cute and cuddly, with a host of playful wiles
I didn't choose to come here, I'm only six weeks old
I want so hard to please them - but all they do is scold.

(by Louise Maguire)

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