At night I ring your bell to come home
It rests neatly in the palm of my hand
I never need to shake the bell
As your appetite always beats me
Five o'clock on the dot time to eat
Warm feet pitter patter across the tile
You make a habit of letting me know
It's five and it's time for dinner
Even if it's two, three, four o'clock
It's always time to eat!
Your favourite time of day to scarf
Down dinner like a starving piglet
I rarely ever ring the dinner bell
The dead of night, the height of noon
Odd times, peculiar times
Even times, right times, wrong times
You let me know it's time to eat
How exciting! First meal of the day!
Half past eight, quarter past nine
Five 'til one, ten 'til six
It's the first meal of the day
The most exciting time to be awake
I don't ring the dinner bell anymore
You don't let me know when it's time
The kitchen is absent of your footsteps
Hollow of your never-ending appetite
And completely vacant of you
Lately I've been ringing the dinner bell
For no one but myself to hear
Maybe if I listen close enough
To the swaying brrring, bong, brrring
I'll be able to hear you one last time
Maybe you'll come home again
For one last night of feasting
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Lassie's Poetry Part 2
Poetryaye lassie poetry arg irish pirate. yeah i filled up more other poetry book, so here's the sequel.
