Reads: 34  | Likes: 0  | Shelves: 0  | Comments: 1

More Details
Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
  • Facebook
  • Twitter
  • Google+
This came to me this morning after my dog trashed the living room.

Submitted: February 01, 2017

A A A | A A A


Submitted: February 01, 2017



Why do you chew the sofa

When we turn our backs

You don't seem worried

About us coming back.


You think a dog on TV

Is in the room with us

You chew my wife's hair

While she's doing sit ups.


Sometimes we don't know

Exactly what to do

The knock at the door

Isn't anyone for you.


You look me in the eye

Like you understand

You sit up and high five

And eat from my hand.


But before I can boast

Of my new super power

You're bouncing off the walls

Having a mad half hour.

© Copyright 2017 CTPlatt. All rights reserved.

Add Your Comments:


Booksie Popular Content

Other Content by CTPlatt

The Myguffin

Short Story / Fantasy

Blue Neon

Short Story / Science Fiction

New Dawn

Short Story / Science Fiction

Popular Tags