A Dog's Day
It was my grandpa's birthday, and
The cake my grandma made was grand!
Four tiers high and decorated.
Oh, how we anticipated
Sinking fork into each slice.
The thought of it was very nice.
Our being young, cake meant a treat
That we seldom got to eat!
Out to the porch she carried it.
There in such splendor it did sit,
Just waiting for the big surprise,
When brought before my grandpa's eyes.
But there was one thing she forgot.
That her dog, Buster, slept a lot
On the porch, beneath the table.
When she left, then he was able
To eat the cake with great delight!
Of course, he slept outside that night!
Betty Lou Hebert