I’ve got a bone to pick
with you,
says the dog to Mrs Hubbard.
How come when I go
to look
there’s no food in the cupboard?
No meat, no cans, no biscuits.
Why there’s not
even a single bone.
And you have the cheek,
the temerity
to call this place a home!
It’s not as though you’re
the old woman
who lives down the street in the shoe.
Look around. You haven’t
any kids to feed
There’s just me and you!
Whatever can be the cause
of this
outlandish state of affairs?
Why if I was goosey goosey gander
I’d kick you
right down these stairs!