Opponents stare across the room
A master and his dog
It wants to smell the flowers in bloom
That feels too much a slog
It hints with an unsubtle paw
That roughly scrapes the arm
And high-pitches whines that leave ears raw
How can this be no harm?
So closer creeps with ear erect
Nuzzles at his head
If he holds out, it might defect
And bother Mom instead
But closer still, with licks on face
Enough, he cries defeat
On coat, the morning cold to brace
He walks it down the street.