Jazz

I looked down at the dishwasher

And there I saw

A furry head with her tongue

In the door

She was licking away

And before I knew

All the dishes

Looked brand new

The plates were sparkling

Knives and forks shining

Mans best friend

Full from dining

She sat there contented

Licking her feet

Her eyes asked the question

What’s next to eat?

Jeanie Axton

RIP Jazz 2005-2017