A Shaggy Rug Tale

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Humor  |  House: Booksie Classic
Dunno, was staring at a rug the other day...

Submitted: February 16, 2013

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I’m just a lowly, humble rug,

Prostrate upon the floor

And people walk all over me,

But that’s what rugs are for

 

I’m taken out, sometimes, it’s true,

And beaten with a stick

I don’t think I deserve it,

It’s just  because I’m thick

 

My owners call the doctor out,

He tends me for a while;

 Washes me and touches me up,

And soothes my twisted pile

 

My uncle’s a fitted carpet

He covers a whole room

But my size was preordained at birth

Even in my mother’s loom

 

My cousin flies around the world,

But he’s a Persian rug

 I’m just left alone down here,

‘Though I’ve got the travel bug

 

My owners seem attached to me,

Don’t think they’d let me stray

They've even bought some non-slip grip;

In case I slip away

 

I know it could be worse for me

I could have been a mat

People wipe their feet on them

And where’s the fun in that?

 

I really try to accept my fate

And vow to be content

But my dreams are filled with Arabian nights

And lounging in a Bedouin tent

 


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