The lump of furry black hair was my tiny Pomeranian, Ching.
I had just said some prayers;
When I fell down the stairs.
And wounded my poor little knee.
Well it could have been worse;
If I hadn’t said that verse.
So good luck did happen to me!
I made some tea then tripped over some hair;
How was I to know my Ching was there?
I jumped back but she looked up at me cross;
At least my little dog Ching didn’t get squashed!
Before our meal, I said my usual prayer;
Forked my peas, some shot under my chair.
Picking them up, I bumped my head so
I ate my meal then went upstairs to bed.
(And safety for the rest of the day!)
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