I was dog tired until I bit you.
That raised a few brows out of the blue.
I barked at my boss, that jowly mut
who slobbers all over sitting on his butt.
But I smiled coyly looking up from the scene.
Wandered about trying not to be mean.
Then you came with the slightest air.
Sniffed about as if you didn’t care.
Nipped me in the neck and hinted a ride.
I was so surprised that I bit your side.
It was all over. Just a matter of fact.
But when I look back wasn’t that a pact?
His eyes are bulging. He’ll come again.
He knows what’s good. The sweetest pain.
I’ll show just a part of me and he’ll stop.
For I am the master of the hippity hop.
And we’ll go on and on and no one will bother.
He’ll pore out his poems and I’ll be his blotter.