Come, O little puppy, come love my now By Lauren Kahle

Come, O little puppy, come love me now

With your cute, soft, and furry little brow

Rambunctious barking; growling at the wall

Excited for a treat, standing so tall

You took a poo, so it’s surely deserved

And expected to get, chicken strip treats

Big brown eyes, glimmering while they watch me

Or when looking at yourself in the mirror,

Who is this handsome fellow? Bark bark bark

Come, O little puppy, come love me now

With thine adorable face you make when

I throw thy tennis ball, O the glory

Hop hop hop, this is the time of your life

And your cute, little tail that rises when

A wild animal appears! And the fur

On the back of your neck rises with your

Awareness, O protect me small puppy!

Come, O little puppy, come love me now

With thine underbite, crooked teeth and all

The hilarity of the look you give

When about to sneeze, happens so often

O big brown eyes, how to not fall in love

You may poo and pee all over my house,

Yet I still want to pick you up to hold

When the bark collar shocks you it too tugs

On my heart strings, I wish to remove it

O evil neighbors, apartment living

Come, O little puppy, come love me now

The joy of my day; brightens up some how

As you lick the kitchen floor, searching for

Something spectacular, I don’t know what

With thine innocent face, and wiggling nose

Poem of the Day: Young Love

BY ANDREW MARVELL

Come, little infant, love me now,

   While thine unsuspected years

Clear thine agèd father’s brow

   From cold jealousy and fears.

Pretty, surely, ’twere to see

   By young love old time beguiled,

While our sportings are as free

   As the nurse’s with the child.

Common beauties stay fifteen;

   Such as yours should swifter move,

Whose fair blossoms are too green

   Yet for lust, but not for love.

Love as much the snowy lamb,

   Or the wanton kid, does prize,

As the lusty bull or ram,

   For his morning sacrifice.

Now then love me: time may take

   Thee before thy time away:

Of this need we’ll virtue make,

   And learn love before we may.

So we win of doubtful fate;

   And if good she to us meant,

We that good shall antedate,

   Or, if ill, that ill prevent.

Thus as kingdoms, frustrating

   Other titles to their crown,

In the cradle crown their king,

   So all foreign claims to drown,

So, to make all rivals vain,

   Now I crown thee with my love:

Crown me with thy love again,

   And we both shall monarchs prove.