Having all she can stand
of the thumping young pup
she climbs up on the couch with a sigh.
One turn, then two, (that ought to do)
she sinks deep
in soft cushions, so fine
The pup, he does dance
at the edge of her head
not able to reach her soft ears
a hop, and then two, a moan and a woooo
he plops down with sad eyes wet with tears
Her doe-like eyes in velvet folds
begin to close at last
to drift, to dream, to find the trail
of a scoundrel on the lam.
Close! So close! She's nearly there
her find is almost had!!
But the dream turns wrong!
Her ear is pinched!
Something has her from behind!
She jolts awake confused at first
then horror fills her mind
The pup! the tormenter, that evil young thing