I'm in an awful stew !A Poem by Tom....about my problem, in fact six problems !O’ what a pickle, a befuddle an awful stew, I have so many and they stick to me like glue, when I go to bed they all come along too , they're in my cupboards, the attic and even the loo! I feel like the old woman who lived in a shoe, who had so many children, she did not know what to do, visitors won’t call anymore, cause they can’t get a pew and anyway, I’m forever out walkies, then washing with shampoo! Gizmo was the first, then Popsy made two a boy and a girl, who loved each other true so naturally cupid’s arrow, between them sweetly flew and eight weeks later, I had four more little bundles, brand new! Now there's a Tilly, a Teddy and a fluffy Furby-foo not forgetting a tiny wee black one, I call Scooby-doo, they love to play, bark, bounce, enjoy a slipper to chew and kick up a din, oh deary me what a rowdy, raucous, ravenous crew! They make more noise than any skipping kangaroo, flock of guinea fowl, or an angry herd of stampeding gnu and at supper time when their grub is plainly on view, it’s like feeding time for the monkeys and hyenas at the city Zoo! But when I’m feeling down or a little blue despite all this racket and hullabaloo, nothing cheers me up more, than a cuddly Shih-Tzu and I wouldn’t swap one of my six little dogs, for all the gold in Timbuktu! © 2013 TomFeatured Review
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