FUR-niture

I was cleaning today and had to stop and write this poem. Of course, all rights belong to me should anyone feel the need to use this. Just enjoy!


FUR-niture

I don’t know what to do, my furniture is a mess.
In fact it is thoroughly covered with dog hair, I must confess!
If you were to stop and visit, and relax with a cup of tea,
I may have to send you on your way with something to cover the cleaning fee.
But I don’t care what others may have to gossip about.
And I won’t even blink an eye when the persnickety start to shout.
You see the way I look at it the name states it all.
It happens to be FUR-niture to use and have a ball.
So if all that hair is to you something quite offensive,
Let me spell it out for you and be very comprehensive.
These dogs are mine and with me through every hoot and holler,
And the love they show me never could be valued by any dollar.
They are my dearest confidants, my friends, and true companions.
You don’t like what you see?
Too bad, blow it out your can-non!