*I originally wrote this inspired by a combination of my own poem about a dog’s fondness for his squeaky ball and the works of Shel Silverstein. Like any good work, it took on a life of its own and turned into quite literally a mess, complete with the person’s family coming home and finding it. 

I didn’t leave out the ice-cream,

I didn’t spill the milk,

I didn’t fill the sink,

With mounds and mounds of filth.

I didn’t leave on the tv,

I didn’t stay up late,

I didn’t leave any popcorn

In between the cushion seats.

I didn’t have a party,

I didn’t disobey the rules,

I didn’t make this huge disgusting mess.

Well… Okay, perhaps I did… a little.

But I swear it was made with love!


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