Innocuous

You are a man’s best friend,
You also stink to no end,
I waste my money,
Giving you toys’ that taste like honey
Where will this ridiculousness end?

You roll in poo,
So you smell like “wee yoo”
It’s not funny,
I’m running out of money,
To spend on your smelly end.

Incredibly clever, but eats shoes whenever,
Spitting them up, what a mucky mutt,
Raise you from a puppy,
It’s the reason you're so lucky,
You bossy thing,
Stop whining.

Food on a plate is a challenge to some,
But for you, it is just a bowl full of fun
I never meant to love you this much,
You're lucky you're more than a mutt.

Bent on destruction,
The only thing stopping you is something with suction,
Complaining all the time,
You know I love to whine
But you take a whole other direction.

A steel door closes behind the young man as he whimpers to himself.
‘I was never meant to be here,’
As he looks around the cold freezer, he realises that his capturers own a cake shop. He looks for more cues, that will, hopefully, tell him more about the reason he has they have taken him. The cakes are all freshly made, apart from one. On a shimmering metal stand, with mesh to support the cakes adored it, he found a cue. The cake was in a box, a box that had a name on it. “The velvet dome”. He knew where he was; He was in Piccadilly Circus. He had been into this cake shop before. A kind Japanese lady worked behind the counter, and he always remembered the smell of freshly made icing. He didn’t know how long he would be there, fear that it could take days for him to see sunlight again.
His thoughts turned to who his capturers could be. Was the lovely Japanese lady actually not so lovely. Was she the one that had put him here, and if so, why? His thoughts quickly turned to something else, however. The call of nature. He walked to the back wall and sat down. He didn’t know how long he would be there. The urge would have to come at some point. He answered the call against the stone wall opposite to the door. Standing there with his right hand pinned against the icy wall he said to himself, “Casper, you need to pull yourself together if you want to get out of here.” He finished up and ripped off a small part of the box he had found earlier. He crumpled the card and wiped his hands with it. A sudden urge of hunger took over him. Cakes surrounded him, why wouldn’t he be able to eat them. Surely the people or persons that put him in here, realised that he would, at some point have to eat. He looked around, the cakes all looked so delicious. “which one do I pick, where do I start?”. He was expecting to be there for a while, so why didn’t he try all of them he thought. With that, he ran his hand across the now unboxed pink cake. “hmm strawberry” he gleamed. Next a brown one. “chocolate”. He then began to rip the sides out of all the cakes, ramming the frosting and cake into his open mouth.
Suddenly the steel door opens.
The lovely Japanese lady, standing with a face of pure anger.
“What are you doing in my walk-in fridge Casper,”.
Casper stuttered and then said, “You put me in here?!”
“To clean!”
“…”
“What the hell have you done with my cakes!” she peered around Casper “did you pee in my fridge?!” she looked down “oh my god, do up your fly!”
Casper, now mouth gaping “I can explain, I was trapped in here.”
The Japanese lady lost all emotion in her face. Casper thought, this is it, she’ll believe me.
“Did you even try the door handle!”