My topic of the day is treats.
There’s crunchies, chewies, cheeses and meats.
I like them all, and here’s your task:
Give me some whenever I ask.
My first request is just a look;
You ought to read it like a book,
But there are times when humans fail.
Plan B for me is wag my tail.
My third entreaty is a tap —
A paw on your knee or arm or lap.
If you continue being dense
it’s up to me to beat some sense
Into the feeble human kind.
I make some noise (I know you mind).
Then you’ll finally come around,
go to the drawer where treats abound,
And finally fill my hungry plea.
And yes, you’re right, it’s all about me.
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