Who does that…!!!
So Many Aliases
I’ve made a list of all the names
That I sometimes call my friend.
That list seems to go on and on;
Seemingly and without end.
If you are near me when I babble
These crazy monikers,
You might wonder how my friend
Knows these names are only hers.
And also you may question
Is my brain a messy scramble?
For in the presence of my friend
My mouth will start to ramble.
“Chickie, chickie boom-boom girl”
Is a favorite one I use.
“Wocka-Wocka” she does know
As along a walk we cruise.
“Zipper-tummy” another one;
About which you needn’t know.
She likes it when I call her that
For on her back she’ll go.
This verse will stay appropriate.
There’s more before I’m done.
But so you know; before you go.
My friend is a four-legged one.
“Gooza-Gooza” will let me know
When she needs to go outside.
And “Silly-Willy” gets so amped up
At the mention of a ride.
She’ll come to me as a “Hug-a-Bug Girl”
For a boost up on my lap.
And if I head for my recliner,
“Ticky-Wicky” with me will nap.
When “Buddha-Belly” wants a treat
It’s as if she can talk.
She’ll come and snort and look at me
Meaning follow me on this walk.
And off I go to the cabinet
Where indeed the treats are there.
“Doofus” then will look at me
With her anticipation stare.
“Doodle-Bug” can nap all day
On the back of the couch.
“Souga-Bouga” is a friend to all
And has never been a grouch.
And if my doorbell’s pushed,
“Peety-Weety” is my first alert.
Her screams will scare me out my wits
But no one would she hurt.
So many names she does know
For she reacts to one and all.
“Pooka-Pooka”, “come to me”.
She’ll respond to my call.
When day is done and night has come
It’s time for bed we think.
“Bubble-Belly” likes one more rub,
Then a pee and a pre-sleep drink.
Oh yes, I brush her toofies
And a boost up on the bed.
“Sweetie-Pie” will then hunker down.
No more today be said.
KeeWee is a special girl
Who likes my goofy talks.
I must be careful when we are out
On our afternoon daily walks.
For when I pass some people
Calling KeeWee a funny name;
They’ll look at me and shake their head
And wonder who’s to blame.
I’ll admit to all who know me
That, at times, I’m in the dark.
How KeeWee knows all these words
Yet I only know one bark.
Life is “Just Right” in Arizona