LI: Naught to Thee

I do entreat thee, little fluffy dog,

as here we share this little fluffy cot.

You fill me with a lovely mental fog,

that strains what small resilience I've got.

Your eyes look o'er and meet my pleading gaze,

your pupils judging if I'm worth your time.

O wilt your limbs make passage through these ways

and let me scratch your ears and fur so fine?

But you've a m…