Burp Me, Daddy…

When Rufuz is done his meal,

Over to me he comes in zeal,

He wants me to pat his tummy,

So that he can burp up his food, so runny…

Drinks some water,

Then he comes over,

To stand next to me,

His tail wagging in my face,

His eyes burning holes in this my place…

Then up on my bed,

To rest his weary head,

And heaven forbid the electric blanket is off,

He gets up with a moan & a groan,

And comes back out to sit by me and scoff,

Till I get up and go back and turn it on,

So my bed is not only soft,

But warm, so “HE” can be comfortable,

Don’t worry about me, as long as he,

Is stuffed full of food, & sleeping soundly…

                    © ed – 3/3/04