Rocket’s Red Glare

Woof, woof can’t you see?

That my bowl is empty

I will pointedly stare

Until you cave to my glare

And, if I don’t get real meat

Don’t think kibble’s a treat

I will beg, whine and pant

‘Til you answer my rant

Woof, premium food is all I’ll stand

Mom, you, yourself can eat store brand

No one ranks above thee….

But, I know you love me!

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