Secret Sonnet

My eyes are tired.  I think they might explode.
My body’s tired as well, but that’s too bad.
This sonnet’s written in a secret code.
I think I may be going slightly mad.
Amrita’s snoring like a baby tractor.
You need to eat this message once you’ve read it.
The key word that you need’s VELOCIRAPTOR.
Don’t worry, darling; I’ve already fed it.
I’m sure, if you are kind, he’ll be no bother.
Make sure, before you feed him, READ THE DOCS.
He has his blanky, knitted by his mother.
If he wants wee-wee, let him use the box.
Reply return by Ancient Semaphore.
* Use caution *.  Self-destructing dinosaur.
 
 
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(Amrita is my puppy, btw.