There’s a biscuit in my cone
Just the one on its own
I’ve tried with my thumbs
But I can’t reach with my tongue
Food is stuck in this plastic
Just like a carrot on a stick
Is it turkey or is it fish?
How’d it get here from my dish?
A snack trapped in my field of view
Allurement, enticement, temptation too
I cross my fingers I cross my eyes
That it will fall into my mouth as a surprise
There’s much more for me to eat
But I finished that box of treats…
My snout is too short and stubby
So I stick my cone into food to get it grubby
I can’t see through my cone
It’s so blurry in this dome
The smudges of gunk are so thick
This is my carrot on a stick.
Awww! Poor you, Tumble. Hopefully you’ll be rid of that cone very soon. Then you’ll look your best for …… well, everyone.