Comical You
Your nose is the first thing I see every morning,
Cold and wet against my cheek,
You steal my heart without warning.
I watch you chase a soggy tennis ball,
And laugh and clap when you strut back to me:
A big grin on your golden face,
And your tail wagging with glee.
Chasing after you when you’ve stolen the towel,
Is ever hilarious and fun.
Watching those soulful eyes peer at me,
Is heartbreaking as I try to finish my bun.
You rest your head against my leg,
In an attempt to stop me leaving;
Having you to greet me when I return,
Is oh so stress relieving.
You’re clever at knowing when we’re going for a walk,
But incredibly silly when we step on to the road;
You dance around shaking your bum,
And hopping about like big furry toad.
Your warm body gives me comfort,
When you lie in bed with me,
But only for a few moments,
Then I end up on the floor with a bruised knee.
You try to climb into my lap,
As you did when you were small,
Resulting in a rather comical situation,
Of which you’re not aware at all.
By Stephanie NugaraFor Casper
