Bread And Meat For Breakfast Poem by Daleen Enslinstrydom

With small beady eyes you are watching me
and do appear with your round body
where you are sitting on your hind legs
and are rubbing your hands together
while you are thinking out your plan.

Your bucket ears are upright
and sneaky like a thief
you move with speed and skill
and flatten your body
when enter the kitchen
from beneath the back door.

You are a devious little monster
and in fright I scream
and nearly trample you
but quick like lightning
you find a refuge under the refrigerator
and I wonder what you want to eat
at my expense.

When I get up early
to prepare sandwiches the next morning
to my horror I find
that you have borrowed
yourself right into the bread
and got stuck in there
with only your tail waving merrily

with a scream the bread flies through the air
and into the backyard
and that is the end of you
when Carla the Jack Russell get hold of you
and enjoys bread and meat for breakfast.