*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!