Carpet of Hair…by Rufuz,

Daddies down tonight,

I want to make him laugh,

So he feels alright,

Let me know if I do make you,

Even snicker just a bit, that will be my cue,

To tell daddy to read this my new work,

He seems to feel tonight like he is such a jerk…

I shed out in the spring and in the fall,

Twice a year you can hear daddy call,

“Rufuz can’t you shed outside ya’ll?”

The rugs in here remind me of a stall…

I really do try, but my hair seems to just wait,

Till I lay down on the rug, on the couch and in dad’s bed, isn’t that just great?

But little does he bitch, he says, he loves me nonetheless; he really does rate,

Little does he complain also, never does he speak to me in harsh tones,

Nor does he ever berate, just once in awhile he moans…

Anyway, if anyone out there knows how to avoid this bi-yearly catastrophe,

Please feel free to contact me, but don’t tell dad,

He gets mad when I speak to strangers,

Although he does quite a great deal say,

You can’t get any stranger than him, although I cannot agree therein…

                   © ed – 6/10/04