I'm Mitch

My favourite time is walkies
I could run and play all day,
They have to bring the extending lead
Because I tend to run away
 
Sometimes they leave me at home
I stay in the window and stare,
They leave the radio and TV on
But I’m lonely and don’t think it’s fair
 
“You’re going to Grannies, we’ll be home soon!”
But she naps a lot in the afternoon,
I steal her stuff, drive her ‘round the bend
Her hair brush, glasses and ‘peoples friend’
 
Bath times I hate
It’s up there with the vets
Bubbly smelly soap
And those bloody shower jets!
 
The vet puts me on a cold table
He holds me with blue rubber hands
And tells me I’m a good boy
As he squeezes my anal glands!
 
When it’s quiet at night
And they’re snug and asleep
I jump on their bed
And curl up at their feet
 
If I’m fast asleep they leave me in bed
But I must get up in case “walkies” is said!
You’ve read my poem now I really must go
The post man’s here, I hate him so!
 
Mitch x