>>24554530 (OP)Ode to a Mischievous Mutt
Oh, wretched beast with tail so keen to wag,
Thy boundless joy doth fill my heart with cheer-
Yet thou dost leave upon my favorite rag
A steaming gift I neither want nor near.
Thou pisseth like a fountain, bold and free,
On every chair and leg and shrub in sight.
No corner safe from thy unholy spree,
No rug unmarked by thy deluge of spite.
And lo! What horror doth mine eyes behold?
A fragrant pile upon my brand-new shoe!
Thy guilty face, so cunning yet so bold,
Doth beg forgiveness-but I know thou’st two.
Yet still I love thee, thou chaotic clown,
For thou art mine, and I am thine, down.