When joyfully greeted by a puppy,
Who leaps like a carp on top of my lap
And, ignoring the keyboard's tap, tap, tap,
She licks my fingers, one by one,
muffing my efforts to write this poem.
So I pet her ears and she snuggles in deep,
and just when I think she's fallen asleep,
Up! She springs lightly and bids me to play,
though I've barely yawned last night's sleep away.
Good morning! Yes, it seems to be:
Laughing while chasing a peppy puppy.
--April 17, 2013
Prompt: a poem of greeting.