“Puppy, I’m so glad to know you
Know your friendship and your care
Know your competence and wisdom
Know the clients that we share.
Love your big dark eyes that shine
Love your figure fine and thin
Love your laughter mixed with mine
Love your fine dark chocolate skin.
You wait with me for my guy
To come fetch me after hours
You make sure I’m safe, that’s why
This short time together’s ours.
You teach me of lovely people
And much fascinating lore.
You make everything seem simple;
You say that’s what friendship’s for.
There’s one little question in me.
Need an answer that is true:
Got something you could ask of me?
I’ll do anything for you.”
“Anna, please don’t call me puppy.”
“Now the summer rains have passed through
And the fall comes like a sob
For the time has come to leave you
Since my guy has lost his job.
I’ll go with him to the west coast;
While you stay here on the east
You and JJ shall I miss most.”
“Anna, just check out this feast:
Here’s a cake of fine dark chocolate;
There’s a frosting on it too
In the image of a puppy
Made of rich malt, just for you.
So let’s share it with our colleagues,
And let’s share it with your guy.
While you’re with him on the west coast
You’ll remember me. Here’s why:
All because you called me puppy.”
“Thank you puppy.”