Like Humpty on the floor,
With time, the words could be pieced together,
Sure, but whatever for?
They stopped existing once pen left paper,
Moments spilled, then gone,
At best, just put the dog in the garage,
Hopefully, it will have learned its lesson,
As will you, never will thoughts lay about,
Or not photocopied,
While you are distracted by life's pleasures.
'Who'll be dog-jacked? Not we!'
At least, not me,
Life is much too precious,
The bull's horns are not that far from your heart,
Never will that happen again, she says.