Ode to Sir

Could use a distraction, some puppy play action So somebody, please, I won't be a tease it's dreadfully boring up here on my feet Throw me a bone, I'll get down on my knees or better yet, take this collar and leash. Lock me up tight and throw 'way the key.

Do what you will, Sir, call me a whore. Flog me until my bruised backside is sore. I'm merely a cur, were I anything more I wouldn't be waiting here down on all fours. And I know I can stand up and walk out that door but Master, I'd rather be yours.