Revised sonnet #405
I doormat stuck a sock inside the door
Im fascinated by her pretty face
And sweaty prints of feet on parquet floor
Her feet in serious spirals pace
I lap at spores in grooves of cedar lace
Then suck up silverfish at home in rug
I join toy dogs as bottom dog third place
I promise poshest penthouse scant yet snug
Im flat in face I know I pass as pug
Id like to leave on couch a poohole smudge
Endure the lenient scold of hearty hug
Toy dogs endear themselves that way Id judge
I leave at doormat genuine leather shoes
I fancied feet in slippers puppy chews
Chorus shoes skoene soulye
