the doxy on my couch

peeping through by the passage path
gazing to the doxy holding her ground on my couch
betting on her beuty that gives me simultaneous
threeple heart pounces for being the most fair thing around
my heart pounces being very loud as though to want
to prompt her turnaround

she be jus a pill to want to overdose,
a pet to want to have indoors when the
anticipation of zest behind closed doors arises
when wanting to cruize the sweet side of how life goes.
temperatures being far from their lows,
the swain will jus be wanting to compell
the doxy into breaking laws
yeah, thats the doxy on my couch.