The Writers' Circle

Once I had a blacky blacky dog
Which my neighbor hated to hold 
Since it was defecating in almost all holes 
My blacky blacky dog so naughty, so small 

Few weeks past and months came along
My blacky blacky dog grew up, grew old 
To many holes, it put wastes no more 
Although still naughty, became guard of door

My blacky blacky dog loves to lick my feet 
And friends say it's an act of greet 
My blacky blacky dog still naughty and sweet 
To my side, it always wants to sit 

One night came while I was in deep sleep
My blacky blacky dog licked my feet
My leg fell off and I was half asleep 
As I felt the water two feet deep

I suddenly woke up, got out of bed 
And checked my room, checked my sala set
Until I saw the opened faucet
Pouring so much water so fast so thick
 
I closed the faucet so flooding we can prevent 
As our other puppies cry near death
I took them out to a place not wet 
So they'll be in comfort, out of threat

As I do so, blacky stood still and watched
It seemed to feel my worries that puppies may perish  
But as puppies 'skin dried up and as they stayed alive 
That's when I realized blacky, blacky dog saved our lives