A Poem for Bengi

Why have they given me that food again?
They know I don't like it, it gives me a pain.
There's a wonderful smell of bacon and eggs,
It goes up my nostrils and weakens my legs.

Now why can't I have some good food like that?
I've seen them before, giving bits to the cat.
I'll go back to sleep, what more can I do?
I'm fed up of trying to give them a clue.

If I stand firm and don't eat the stuff,
Maybe they will think "poor dog's had enough".
I go and lie down but I just can't sleep,
It's alright for humans - they can count sheep!

But how can I tell them? If I could talk,
First I would say "Please take me a walk"
Then when we got home, I would turn around and say
"I think I'll have bacon and eggs today".

I think they are getting the message now, clear,
As into the kitchen I carefully steer.
I've made up my mind I'll stick to my gun,
I'll drink the cat's milk and then turn round and run.

Brenda S. Warhurst

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