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Here comes Spotsy with her array
of pancakes stacked up high,
with rich butter spread on thick,
sticky syrup oozes over all.
Yes, that will do he trick.

Waffles also she does display,
Miss Spotsy's delights are a dream,
strawberries; jewel like raspberries too,
along with fresh whipped cream.
Oh boy! it must be Wednesday.

rim 9/27/05

They're Not The Boss Of Me

It was bound to happen.
It had to come to be.
I tried to be their leader.
They're not the boss of me.
My children, like when I was a kid,
Procurred a wandering canine.
Who tried his best to look so sad.
They knew that they had won.
"Daddy, can we keep him?"
"Can we? We love him so".
So in my harshest look, I tried to set the tone.
"No! You may not keep him!", I said.
I set my jaw and cocked my brow."
"But Daddy, pet him, just this once."
"You can show us how."
"No, I will not pet that dog."
"He does not belong to us."
The dog stood there and looked at me,
As if he'd given up.
I turned away, indifferent to circumstance.
I could barely hear them murmur low,
"He never had a chance."
Were they speaking of me, or the dog?
The question needed answering.
So I turned around in time to see
The kids and the dog dancing.
"Daddy, we've already gotten him a flea collar,"
"And we've given him a bath."
"He'll even smile and give a grin,"
"If you give him the command."
"Well, he's not coming into the house!"
"And he best stay off my plants."
"I'll shoot him, 'sure-as-shootin'"
"If he gets near my lily beds."
"And don't get your hopes up high,"
"I'm looking for the owner."
"He can stay, but just 'til then,"
"But then, this party's over."
Well, there! I showed them who was boss.
As they squealed and hugged my neck.
Then threw the frisby 'cross the yard,
And played all day with Jack.
Jack! Who ever heard of a dog named Jack?
But there he was, and here he is,
And he ain't lookin' back.
O, yea. I guess I should finish,
And tell how it's come to be,
He sometimes sits in my easy chair,
And takes a nap with me.
And he loves those little doggie snacks,
I sneak him, when they don't see.
I'm lying, but I'm sticking to my guns.
'Cause, they're not the boss of me.

Jeffrey D. Russellcopyright September 27,2005