Lawrence Hall, HSG
Weary with Dachshunds
Cf. Shakespeare, Sonnet 27
With an improving book I go to bed
(as P. G. Wodehouse said)
And two improving dachshunds on my pillow
(as Wodehouse almost said)
They then begin their journey at my head
Wriggling down to my feet and back again
They slurple messily from my bedside glass
And crumple up my copy of Hercule Poirot
Neither slows: they lick my nose, they tickle my toes
And will they finally doze? Nobody knows!
But
When comes the midnight moon, then all in a cuddly heap
Their little doggie noses snuffle at last in sleep
