My Owners have quite a big bed
And pillows for under their head
My sad eyes implore
“No, not on the floor
But up there with You, please, instead?”
Ok, She warns, “Scratch not thy fleas”
(His glare says that He disagrees)
She beckons me up
(Overfloweth my cup!)
I inch on the bed by degrees.
Three circles I turn on the spot
(Dogs seem to do this quite a lot)
I nuzzle my nose
Quite close to her toes
Unsure if to tail wag or not.
Since Poodles are People in Fur
It’s proper theirs sleeps should occur
In sheeted, soft places
With three comfy spaces
(Though rather just Me and just Her…)
THE CRYPTIC LIMPET 