The puppy sleeps
to wake him is to suffer...
He naps at last
now the humans have peace
Long did he play
and long the house did rumble
with cries of "NO!
please take that from his mouth"
Our bleary eyes
pause to survey the damage
the carnage that was once a peaceful scene
Down on your knees
and clean up all the messes
Remove all the stains
you have time - before he stirs
Oh night...
Oh night...
Oh Unholy night!
I’m dreaming of slow squirrel
One I could catch and make my toy
Or a lovely shoe
That I could chew
Would add greatly to my joy
I’m dreaming of a dog biscuit
Tall as a house and twice as wide
Little toys that squeak
And kids that shriek
And huge bones made of rawhide
I’m dreaming of a huge buffet
With all the plates at table’s edge
Grabbing hefty portions
Of people rations
Before they go in the fridge
I’m dreaming of a long walkie
One where I choose where I will go
Greeting doggie friends
Sniffing both ends
Our tails wagging to and fro
I'm dreaming of a soft pillow
all to myself and end of day
Where I snore the evening away
Storing energy for doggie play...
