In honor of Canadian Thanksgiving and looking forward to ours later this month, this poem is dedicated to Morrie and Diego, who profit from all culinary events in my house:
Leftovers
(Dedicated to Two Hopeful Dogs)
Crying for our leftovers won’t bring you any favors.
You will not taste their textures or masticate their flavors
if you stand there begging. Those winsome looks aren’t working.
Nor are your lapsing manners—your twisting and your jerking.
Hunger doesn’t justify your unwelcome behavior.
Before we even sat down, we saw Grandpa was your savior,
slipping you a turkey leg he had dipped in gravy.
(That leg I’d saved for leftovers–a turkey sandwich, maybe.)
Our home-cooked meal? Delicious. That you already know.
When I cooked the pies, I fed you scraps of dough.
The turkey giblets boiled for gravy, later went to you.
When I cooked the cranberries, you even ate a few.
You licked the pumpkin bowl so clean. You licked the beater blade
when I whipped the cream for pies. Dear ones, you had it made.
So when you beg for leftovers, I’ll just ignore your fuss.
You ate before the guests, dears. Leftovers are for us!
Prompts for today are winsome, manner, justify, leftovers and home.
Love this. Thanks.
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Thanks, Linda. I always appreciate your comments.
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Someone will sneak them a few. They just get that “look,” and what can you do? Poor starving babies!
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I’m the same.. Although Morrie and Diego started out inside dogs, they are basically outside dogs now. I go out to see them. The house is the cat’s domain now. With 5 cats and (formerly) 3 dogs, it was necessary to establish zones.
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Lovely poetry, beautiful dogs. Love this. Made me smile.
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They consider themselves the VIP guests.
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Of course. What else?
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😜
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Love this winsome reprimand (although I see in their eyes how deeply sentiment-governed thou art
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Ha. Babies and animals. Gotta be wrong with anyone who can resist them.
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And the dogs don’t realize that sometimes the best tasitng goodies are not the best for us!
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Nor do we!!!
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Hah!
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Lucky dogs! Taste testing all the goodies. Love how you weave humor into your poetry, Judy. ❤
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Thanks, Olga. It is fun to do to try to figure out the twist.
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They are so beautiful! Give them doggie smooches for me.
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Will do.
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they’re a picture perfect pair! and given how much they get to eat, they’re quite svelte too 😉
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Awwww….
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How sweet! I hope (I know) they enjoy their leftovers!
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