- Oh, Well! - Poem by Carolyn Ford Witt

©- OH, WELL! -

I had this little pillow
That I kept upon my bed.
A fluffy little pillow
On which I laid my head.

But this jealous little dog of mine
Angered cause I wasn't home,
She made my little pillow
Her very smelly own.

I have washed it and scrubbed it,
Bleach I did enlist.
But that little doggies smell
Truely will not desist.

My little pillow has gone now
For I couldn't stand the smell,
Given to my little doggie
And I must just say, Oh, Well!

Author: Carolyn Ford Witt
Ms. Caroline
©4-19-06