Puppy in my Hair
I woke up in the morning
with a puppy in my hair,
turned to her and yawning
said ‘please you must take care
my head is not a chewy toy
for puppies on the loose,
so find another to annoy
you furry little goose!’
a wag, a woof, a zingy spring
and into the air she soars,
she’s does a highland fling
landing goat-like on all fours.
Then off she’s gone as quick,
as quick as quick she came,
but gives me one last lick,
that’s her early morning game.
8 thoughts on “Puppy in my Hair”
Hi Gabrielle. Enjoyed your poem – goes well with the lovely photo by Tessa. Gave me a smile.
I just love that photo (ps. I made some minor changes to the end of the poem 😉 ) – thanks Helen
thanks Helen – the first ending didn’t have quite the right metre
Oh my…what a funny way to start the day…of course if you had two puppies you could have twice the fun…thanks for a morning smile.
hahahaha it nearly happened Charles – when we went to pick up Molly we nearly got her sister as well – can’t imagine the chaos that would have ensued!
Such a sweet poem, Gabe. 🙂 Never mind “let sleeping dogs lie” – I reckon dogs should learn to let “sleeping humans lie”. Lovely photo, Tessa!
Thanks bb 😀 She has settled down a lot over the year – doesn’t wake me up anymore! In fact she is almost the perfect dog!