Poetry Wars—Who Runs This Place!
The winds within do make me spin
from dogs that bark and cats that hiss
at who knows what? I only guess.
My life is one big happy mess.
.
Yes, I complain they will escape
when given baths. My floor’s a lake!
But when it comes to feeding time
I’m scratched and nudged if I’m behind.
The hurricane that’s in my brain
won’t let me sleep and I remain
awake again from doggie tongue
that last ingested kitty dung.
.
The sandstorm that is now my bed
Is scratching at my toes and head
Who runs this place? What a disgrace
it’s no one from the human race!
.
I often say (on every day)
that I won’t let them get away
with robbing me of bed and meat!
I’m met with cuteness…and defeat.
This could be true of children too 🙂
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Children don’t tend to eat kitty dung, but the do put some strange things in their mouths. 🙂
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Lol, in my many years as a preschool teacher, I have discovered from parents that young children will copy everything the family pets do. My turning stomach will not allow me to go into further detail 🙂 What I meant though was an answer to the question – who runs this place? The animals and the kids gave me days that I couldn’t even spit a name out straight without running through the list. Ah…fun times – not!
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I think I know of what you speak. 🙂 When my son was about 5, we were at the doctor’s office. While waiting he found a nickel on the floor of the examination room, tried to swallow it and started choking. The doctor came in as I was doing the Heimlich maneuver and out popped the nickel. I haven’t seen such a startled look on a doctor’s face since that time. Ah, the days of mystification, guilt and sheer terror.
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Yes, and sometimes fill the bed with sand.
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You think you’ve brushed it all out and there’s always got to be a few hundred grains that don’t comply. 🙂
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Haha- only cuteness and pets can disarm strong womyns. 😀
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They are, absolutely, the masters of the house. 🙂
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