The Christmas Pup

It's a week since Christmas and I'm feeling glad,
I'm tired and content from the fun that I've had
Day one was all laughter, cuddles and play,
Look! Here's our new puppy, they'd all proudly said.
It's a walk in the park, lots of new scents around
Oh! Isn't it lovely, the friends that I've found,
Day two was the same and day three, four and five,
It really was smashing just being alive.

It's two weeks since Christmas and I'm feeling alright,
Though I would like a walk and I'm lonely at night,
They're really too busy to pet me all day,
And a walk in the park is just too far away.
That first week I slept at the foot of their bed
But now I'm sent to the kitchen instead,
It's cold in the kitchen and lonely and dark
But they come down to hit me when I whimper and bark.

It's a month since Christmas and I'm feeling sad,
I think I've been naughty I think I've been bad,
They leave me alone for day after day
And then get cross when I start to play,
With cushion and curtain and slipper and chair,
I don't think I'd do it if they could be there
I don't think I'd puddle on carpet or floor,
If only I'd access beyond the back door.

It's two months after Christmas,
I know I've been naughty I know I've been bad,
They no longer love me they no longer care,
I'm too much of a nuisance, they don't want me there,
I've heard them discussing the mistake they have made,
They tell me I'm going to that place in the sky
I think I'll be good there, I know I will try

Lorraine Kay