My Food Plays with Me, Dad…

Daddy says don’t play with my food,

But I am not the one playing,

It is my food that plays with me, so rude,

It jumps about and makes me do the same…

I watch it jump, but dad doesn’t see,

I watch it leap, but again dad doesn’t notice,

So I jump and leap and grab at it as it flies,

Just in time for dad to catch me,

Stating that I am silly, don’t play with your food Rufuz…

Why is it I can see my food playing with me?

But all dad sees is me attacking it, is it only me that can see?

Is daddy just not in touch with his puppy within?

As I will be till the day I die, I hope that is a long time therein…

So, I will keep playin’ with my food, when it jumps, so will I,

Even if dad & mom says they don’t see it, only in their minds eye,

So I will keep trying to get them to see it, even if it takes me having to sigh,

As dad doesn’t like it when I sigh, he thinks I am sick, I don’t want him to cry…

                                                            © Rufuz/ed 2004