BONUS SONNET: Night of the Collie...And The Pug

Quoth Poncho, "Do you really want that bone?"

Quoth Molly, "Yes I do, now go away.

Quoth Poncho, "But you've left it all alone!"

Quoth Molly, "Sure, but that is not to say

I will not want it later, tiny pup,

And you've your own. Now just pug off, begone!"

The puppy, irrepresible, kept up

Attention to the rawhide not yet gnawn,

A watchful eye he kept on it until

I picked him up and took him all away

Off to my office, where I did fulfill,

The wishes of a friend who, in the day

Was Poncho's former mommy/midwife/girl

So glad to see his face and wee tail's curl.