sausage nation

I live in a sausage nation,

A creation,

Where all you can eat is good food,

No feud,

For the amount of sausage is endless.

My human bends down and

Crowns me her leader,

Feeder,

A believer, because I am loyal,

Royal,

She has me spoilt rotten

She hasn’t once forgotten the sausages on the pan

Except when she goes to the fridge for a nice piece of ham.

Can she disguise my tablet well enough today?

‘Sit and stay!’ her orders; I willingly obey.

The sweet smell of sausage wafts through the air

Stare,

Salivation,

She cuts them into small pieces

She sees me look at her

‘They just need to cool’

I am almost in a pool

Of urine from anticipation