Today is Sonnet Sunday once again
And yet —
A sonnet seems too stiff and stuppy
To talk about a brand new puppy.
Sadie here as well
To be both here and there
Like a self-promoting yahoo yuppy.
Through the long dark night, she strives to keep us uppy
And when I get my morning coffee cuppy
Sadie wants to turn it downside uppy
Our furniture is under “l’attaque d’puppy”
After bearing all the catty claws
(Cats are good ignoring laws)
Tattered cushions on the edges
Launching lethally from ledges
The stoic chairs now become
Just another source of chewy bome
Now Sadie finds her sleepy time
A poementary rhythm rhyme
As all her joyous moments seem to be
A trick I hope she hopes to teach to me.