The Perfect Perspective of an Improper Puppy

I live surrounded by comfort.
I am fed and get new toys from time to time.
The people I live with are good to me.
One has a deep voice, and one has a light voice.
They left me a new toy on the floor today.
It had hard parts that felt good on my teeth.
There were long things that tickled my nose.
Then there is the fuzz…oh the fuzz!
I pulled it out and it just kept coming.
There is no end to the fun and pleasure in this new toy!
The person with the light voice came in.
She does not sound happy.
I wish I knew what she meant when she said,
“silly puppy, you chewed my favorite cat slippers!”

Poem: I Once Ate and Eggshell

I Once Ate and Eggshell
By Denise H. McEwen

I once ate an eggshell,
How silly of me.
I cracked it and peeled it,
An egg I set free.

It glowed and it glimmered
In the light by the sink.
Slick as the ice
You'd find on a rink.

So perfectly boiled
I held it awhile.
Then I took my first bite
My face felt a smile.

Crack was the sound
That shot from my mouth.
Would I swallow the eggshell?
Would my health go south?

What happened next
I cannot explain.
I munched and I crunched
‘till the sound grew faint.

“Now why did I do that?”
I asked myself.
The eggshell was powder,
And all ended well.

I swallowed what once
Was an egg and a shell.
Too bad I’m grown up,
It’d be good for Show and Tell.