Why always the shoe?
I haven’t a clue
why you do what you do
to my shoe.
Of all things to chew
on, why always my shoe?
There are more than a few
toys around. Blue
ones, black ones. Red ones too.
All for you
but still, it’s the shoe.
You’ve chewed right through
the laces; going on two
pairs of shoes now. One new,
one old. Maybe I can woo
you with treats, subdue
you with catnip. I guess it’s true
what they say about women and shoes.
6/8/10
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