The sad little puppy

Its Christmas Eve
and its snowing
the children are asleep
its cold outside
its bitter
icicles now weep
down the windows
freezing
the hearth is full of fire
and outside the door
sits a puppy dog
with a rather bloodied jaw
he was thrown out on his ear
it seems, for farting
his human had a lady around
for tea
and he had farted
sitting in between them
and paid the price
for stealing beans at tea

a boot had caught his mouth
his teeth were broken
and out into the cold
he had made his way
shivering as the icy blast
really froze his body fast
it seemed that this might
be his final day
then he saw the snowman
and our light, deciding to
come and slump down by our door
which is, what he did do

whimpering, and I heard him
he was weak but seemed to me
alive I opened up the door
to a snow flurry or three
he was shaking and was covered
with bits of frozen snow
I laid him down
close to the fire
he apparently did know
his teeth and jaw they
did look dire
who was the so and so

who had done this evil
thing to him
a little puppy dog
clearly he was shaken
resting by my log
his doleful eyes
were all that I could see
like saucers they
were deeper than an ocean
and wide open as he lay
a plate of meaty soup
he slurped
he looked up at me
and he burped
closed his eyes
and went to sleep
and for 3 hours
not a single peep
he kicked his legs
a few times, he
was running from
someone frantically
he, yelped once
that little pup
but in the morning
he did not wake up
clearly who ever
the devil was
that kick had killed him
and just because
of some puppy behaviour
if only I
could have found who did this
I’d have killed the guy