“DISEMBODIED FEETSIES”

I swear Rufuz must think my feet don’t belong to me,

When he gets near them he has to play with them,

  But I guess that is just how he be.

Still, he is so funny, grabbing them with his paws,

Holding them, then using his mouth, trying to maul,

That’s alright, Rufuz, I didn’t need that toe,

        It was just there for show.

When he is done playin’, he lays right down on my feet,

I don’t know, they must make a pretty good seat,

  But for me, I hesitate to move them,

For fear he will again see them as dinner meat…

                                        (ed)