THE PUPPIES


The puppies are screaming.
The puppies are asking for your secret name.
The puppies, which you swore you'd never seen before,
are circling your living room, yipping, nipping at your toes,
seeking vengeance for crimes uncaught,
rhymes unsought, lines unbought.


The puppies, cute and innocent as they seem,
are on the attack,
and they'd be on you like...
like... I dunno,
like puppies on puppy chow.


The puppies are in the house
and they're coming for you.

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