a lap to lay on was his only real Need.
During the day, he raced across the lawn,
back and forth, since his people were gone.
They always came home, and would give him a dinner scrap,
and after that, there was, between the two, always an open lap.
Even if there wasn't, he would make himself a place,
he'd push the computer over and move in with grace.
One night he lay so still his owner thought he was dead,
it turns out, however, he'd just lost his head.
Yes, that's all I have.