The counter--is what I cannot reach!
The tomato and the cheese-
Provided my mom leaves them out--
Smell heavenly--to Me!
The color of the cheddar round--
The food too far to grasp--
Behind the threatening Cookie Sheet--
There--Paradise--is found--
Those teasing smells--that make me drool--
I must grow tall to grasp--
And use my paws to bat them o'er--
And bite into them at last!
It's a good thing we don't believe people can really roll over in their graves or we'd be hearing a thing or two all the way from Amherst, MA. Emily Dickinson's birthday was Dec. 10, and Emily Dickins' birthday was Dec. 4.
Well done Emily Dickins, Happy Birthday!
ReplyDeleteWyatt and Stanzie
The perfect poem, Emily! Did any foodables levitate themselves to you?
ReplyDeleteLove ya lots♥
Mitch and Molly
Great poetry! Did it earn you some of cheddar? I hope so!
ReplyDeleteLicks,
Cobi
Oh, I LOVES your poem Emily!!! Very poignant. And it made me drool too! BOL!
ReplyDeleteHappy Happy Happy Burthday gurl!!!! I hopes you gets lots of cake and IScream and stuffies to unstuff!!! BOL
Kisses,
Ruby ♥
We love, love, love your poetry, Miss Emily! and for some strange reason, we're sort of hungry now...
ReplyDeleteHey guys can you email me at judi1040(at)gmail(dot)com
ReplyDeleteI gots something very impawtent to ask you ☺
Kisses,.
Ruby ♥
We are excited to be going with you Airedales to the Party! Whee!
ReplyDeleteSending our party pics to Dory now.
Wyatt and Stanzie