I came home from shopping and was shocked to the core To find my Reginald, writhing on the floor? I stopped dead in my tracks, looked at his face It looked like someone had burgled the place?
The look of terror shocked me the most Had my Reginald seen a ghost? The dog shot upstairs with terror and fright The same look he has on bonfire night
I placed down my bags with worry and concern Had Reginald had a fit? A funny turn? He eventually spoke, I listened with earnest What I thought was the problem - couldn’t have be the furthest
‘I’ve lost the remote control “ he cried Well ~ I thought his brain had fried I tried to reason saying “it doesn’t matter” WHAT he cried - my life’s in tatters
I suggested the radio or, a chat Noooo, he was having none or that! It’s the telly or nothing and him sat in his chair How dare I suggest it - that look - that stare!
He wouldn’t be settled until it’s Back in its place Where has it gone? I’ll just stare into space! Oh my god, it’s Really the end of his world The cat was sat on it!! tail still curled
We eventually could get back to normal Tided up and made things more formal Peace and tranquility kicking back in Just in time for the next drama to begin!
Poetry ~Totally 