MY BRA IS UNDER THE CHRISTMAS TREE

My bra is under the Christmas tree;
My panties, in her crate.
I'll never get to work on time,
If KIIIAAAA!!! keeps going this rate.

Now for the slacks and nice black top,
The ones that flatter me.
Red hairs, black hairs on every inch
For everyone to see!

My shoes? My shoes! Ah, there is one
Amid the dog's rawhide;
And there's the other, filled with dirt
Of the plant now on its side.

I had a watch; it gleamed of gold;
Now where do you suppose it's gone?
Of course! The hamper, upside down.
Is where it will be found.

I'm almost there; I can see the door
I know the time is near.
But first I must retrieve my gloves
Whose location is not clear.

I search and search and finally think,
"What last did KIIAAAA!!! do?"
And yes in fridge bin nice and cold
One glove and carrots, too!

The other’s still a mystery;
Who knows how Dobies think?
I'll find it someday, too be sure
I guess with the kitchen sink.

Dressing never was this hard;
I used to primp with ease.
But since the redhead came to stay,
It's: "KIIIAAA, if you please?"

So if you see me naked
Embarrassed and with shame,
Don't put me down nor pity me,
Just invoke the bitch's name!!!
KIIIAAAAA!!!!!!!

© copyright 1997 Penny