The
Loving Pup
By Phyllis Beebe
The
floor lamp is
lying on it's side.
Marylin's shoelaces are
untied.
There's newspaper spread on the
kitchen floor
And a chewed up slipper behind
the door.
But everyone's spirits are lifted
up.
Why? You guessed it. We've got a
pup.
She's mostly eyes, long legs, and
hair.
She cries when she thinks that no one's
there
And greets us by wildly licking our
faces
When we come back from going
places.
Mom said she absolutely would
not put up
With another dog... till she saw
the pup.
Somehow a dog isn't quite the
same
As a puppy you chose and give a
name.
Everyone's happy at our house
now.
(Mom wanted new rugs, anyhow.)
Dad
doesn't care if his paper is torn up
When his
arms are full of a wriggling pup.
She's just a
bark and a ball of fur
But our whole family's
in love with her.
We kids don't like to fight
and fuss
It makes her worry so about us.
So
all our quarrels have been made up
Since we
brought home our "loving pup"