where is the nannies?
he got up from his spot.
his spot, a warm spot,
by my foot was his spot.
he slept a great sleep
by my foot, by my feet,
'til the time i got up
to get something to eat.
he jumped off the bed,
but oh where did he go?
to the chair or the table,
i simply don't know.
i felt that he might have
just wanted some time
to make a creatively
inspired rhyme.
so although i don't know
where the nannies has gone,
i know that he loves me
and won't be gone long.
and perhaps the next time
he might take me along
so that i can go too
where my nannies has gone.
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