GETTING ME OUT OF BED
Comes the day after night, I sleep with a sheet.
Amiky my dog, uncovers my feet.
"No licky, Amicky," I command as she slurps,
"No licky my feet," My squeaky voice chirps.
I snap my fingers and point to the floor,
She jumps down on command, but back once more.
Grabbing the sheets with her front paw,
Pulling the covers with her small little jaw.
"It's time to get up," is her way to say,
All frisky and full of mischievous play.
So I get up, she's ready for a treat,
Then jumps on the couch and falls fast asleep.
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