16/01/2021
When we met for the first time one morning
he immediately nicknamed me Spice/
He thought that I pepped up his life
for you see, I am naughty but nice.
I am not to be trusted so blindly.
I’m addicted to corners and walls.
I got him into trouble one evening
when we were about on our walk.
When he goes off to work I am lonely.
I hate the house’s emptiness. I whine,
then I chew on his bed sheets for comfort.
I am his, so he also is mine.
When he comes back from work I’m ecstatic.
He picks me up and he asks for a kiss.
Holds me close to his heart like a lover
and this, friends, for my ego, is bliss.
Am allowed at his table at mealtimes.
As soon as I see my blue plate
I’m up on my chair for some good fare.
He pats me and says “enjoy mate”.
Gives me some quality time in the evening
We romp and we play on the floor
Each time that he pats me I tingle
And I’m tempted to ask him for more.
I hate that I can’t call him master
although I consider him so.
My liquid eyes show him I love him
so my pranks he forgives them. I know.
Now he has introduced me to facebook
seeing this , in this age, is the trend.
I now wonder from all fellas out there
who will ask me to be virtual friend.
I promise to keep you well posted
on my conquests and mishaps. I bet
you will certainly enjoy our friendship
the older and the wiser I get.