Post by fairqueen on Jul 22, 2009 9:03:05 GMT -5
Prince William Lives Here
Our Prince William, the couch is his throne.
We pay the mortgage, but our house is his own.
He lets us live here; he has to, you see,
Because we ensure that he lives comfortably.
He rises each morning from our queen size bed.
He stretches and yawns and wants to be fed.
After attention from his daddy and me,
He then heads out the door, to his favorite tree.
The rest of the morning he spends back on his throne,
So comfy is he, he says, “Leave me alone!”
Then, just about noon, he rises again
And expects me to grant him his every whim.
We play and we cuddle and then once more
He stares at me until I open the door.
Back outside, he looks all around
To see if a squirrel is still on the ground.
If he sees one, he chases that squirrel up a tree,
And he looks for a bird, which he’ll chase gleefully.
Then he finds a warm spot to lie in the sun.
He’ll sleep once again. And, then when he’s done….
It’s almost time for his dad to come home.
When daddy comes in, our Prince grabs a bone
And tosses it, telling us he wants to play.
Oh, it’s almost the end of his tiring day.
He eats one more time, and then he gets a treat
For being a “good boy” and so gosh darn sweet.
He ends his day lying on his daddy’s lap
On his special blanket, as he takes his last nap.
Then off to bed to sleep for the night,
Cuddled up in our bed, his eyes are shut tight.
We know we are silly to most, but you see,
Without our sweet Willie, where would we be?
