Shall I compare you to a Summer's day
As you yawn and scratch upon the hay
Left over from a Halloween Night
With scary yawns in pumpkin light?
Or shall I grab some nails instead
And build a box around your head?
A chain? A collar, I think instead,
My lazy three legged friend.
You took up here without a name
Howled me awake and
Staked a claim.
To lose you now would be a shame
I'd miss you,
Let's pretend.
But should you,
If you, have to go
That hay becomes a mean scarecrow
A wet dog smelly vibrant foe
Until the Summer's end.


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