Mark this report that dogs are bent at the edges.
Not anything like flowers. Maybe trains overnight.
Not helped by the specifics. Precisions. List them.
Of extension, duration, hardness blah-blah. You
In your old clothes know dogs well enough. You
Making toward the door. This white one snouts
Its way in. Remember to report that you aren't
Scared. Haven't been for the longest time. True.
One precious metaphor. Would make us rich. A
Rowdy lot of money for fooling many hungry ones.
But about the dogs. I revel in their tumbling arcs.
That's all. Their boyish manly firstness in coming
Up with the barking animal trick. Stick to it, proud
Pup. This even in the report signals catalepsy.
Note the fact goes limp. They'll need all future
Endearments, too. No end to this folding over.
Say ouch the damn dog has bit me in the limb again.
And feel taught. Something. As having been bought.