Her prayers had been answered…
‘Though Cupid’s soldiers had misheard
And instead of the body that she dreamed of
Stood before her something she did love
Large brown eyes to melt her heart of stone
Wet nose and mouth chewing a bone
A small furry bundle carved to perfection
‘He’ll open doors’, she thought in reflection
Fingernails painted with nowhere to go
She said, “Looks like you’re gonna be my new beau!”
His tail wagged as he scampered around
She scattered newspapers all over the ground
The fire in her heart, long since bled,
Ignited once more as she tickled his head.
Phew! This one took a little work – it should have been posted on Sunday!