I swear her eyes are made of chocolate
And so, you see, I want to eat them.
But then she gives me those sad, puppy-dog eyes
Then my heart melts to butter, and now
All I want to do is lick her chocolate eyeballs.
Her floppy brown ears - they might as well
Be chocolate pancakes, all ripe for the munching.
She loves to play in the snow outside,
And when the cold seeps to her bones
This little pup becomes a chocolate shake.
Curiousity killed the cat, but not this dog of mine
Whose paws, chest and chin appear to have been
Dipped in white chocolate - God's finishing touch
On a canine creature whose windows to the soul
Are so rich and so brown that they resemble
Dark chocolate eyeballs.