She’s such a little sweetheart, Tiggy is,
A cuddle-pup who sits beside my hip
In my recliner as I’m writing this
Inspiring me on my poetic trip.
But in another mode, she’ll be a hellion,
Cavorting with my mother-in-law’s two dogs
As if she were inciting a rebellion
And harrying squirrels as on our walks she shogs.
But at her sweetest, snuggled in our bed,
Pooped out from the adventures of her day,
Between both Kim’s and mine, she’ll lay her head
And with her fluttering paws keep ghouls at bay.
She’s Tegan, Tiggy, Tiglet—our sweet pooch
Who’s eager always for a hug and smooch.