I've mentioned that Sally's favourite method of catching our attention seems to be by chewing through the TV wires. Well here's a little poem my husband Tony wrote about one such event and how he reacted. Enjoy!
Mission Impossible
'Joseph, come and watch me,
I'm going to rescue the snowman'
Joseph scurried down the garden path
following his dad,
a man on a mission,
a mission to rescue...
The snowman.
Some time earlier...
All was silent and then...
'SALLY!'
the word was yelled,
the sound wasn't turned down
on the old decibel box.
The volume was pumped up high
'STOP CHEWING THE WIRE!'
She stopped chewing,
she stared at me
with the word GUILTY tattooed over her forehead.
It didn't take Sherlock Holmes
to investigate the crime
She had clean cut through the wire
SNAP!
No more TV
CRACKLE!
The vision on the screen
POP!
went my emotions
She brought me her toy snowman
to play 'fetch'
but asking me to play a game right now
was a bit of a stretch
'Snowman I'm going to send you into orbit'
and I did
I flung him high
I flung him far
Sally didn't get it
Sally couldn't get it
He was in the field next door!
She stood staring at the poor stranded snowman, her face pushed through the fence
and I stood there feeling like a badman
...The sun was shining in the meadows
the grass was washed clean in the dew
and I knew what I had to do
what a man's got to do
'Fetch me a chair son,
I'm going over'
One green fence to climb
one barbed wire to leap
one slippery trainer
on one slippery slat of wood
if only I could leap like a gazelle
instead of having to yell:
AAARGGH!
as I belly flopped and popped into the farmer's field
The snowman smiled at me;
'I knew you'd come for me' he said.
Haha, Not a bad poem :D
ReplyDeleteGuilty on the forehead, my dog has had that look a few times :D