It’s time to pop our puppy in the sink:
She needs a bath, though's not begun to stink
Yet gotten a bit greasy, and her coat,
From being so fondly petted as we dote,
Has grown matted and a little sleek,
So it is I or the Canine Boutique
Who’ll spiff her up and snip her bangs as well,
Performing other services they sell.
But that won’t do—she’d be too much afraid
Of someone who’s just practicing a trade
Instead of doing lovingly a chore
For someone whom I cherish and adore.
So in the kitchen sink she’ll soon be stood
Knowing this bother’s meant for her own good.