Dog's Dinner Poem by Angela Wybrow

I sit at her door and I patiently wait,
With my eyes fixed upon her mug and her plate.
I watch her eat and I feel mesmerized;
My chocolatey eyes never leaving the prize.

She tells me to sit and stay on the landing,
But I give her a look of misunderstanding;
Obediently, I sit there for a short while,
Giving her my very best shot at a smile.

As the minutes tick by, I begin to edge nearer,
Hoping my message is growing a tad clearer;
Okay, so I'm invading her personal space,
But who can resist my cute furry face?

Soon I am sat there, right by her knee,
Hoping she'll share her dinner with me.
She tells me she finds my gaze quite unnerving,
As I sit there and wait for my personal serving.

Her willpower weakens and she parts with some food:
If you ask me, not to offer, just seems really rude.
I crunch and I chew, then swiftly I swallow,
Wolfing it down like there'll be no tomorrow.

Even over her leftover gravy,
I get well excited; I just go stir crazy.
I run round in circles and I leap in the air:
She may think I'm mad, but I really don't care!

I look up, lick my lips, and then click my jaw:
It's my way of telling her that I'm wanting some more!
There's a whole range of food that's meant just for me,
But human food's fun: I'm sure you'll agree?

I have to admit that I am gaining weight,
But I just can't resist the food on her plate;
She often points out that the food is her dinner,
And I have to admit that she is getting thinner!

Food for humans, I just can't resist:
I'll eat most things, but I adore bacon crisps.
My stomach is like a deep, endless pit,
So, by her door, I am happy to sit!