Suki

Suki is as Suki does A vacuum cleaner's twin She keeps her face fastidious So she can start again She follows you about the house A faithful pet is she We count on her to mop the floor And map it frequently Her appetite is typical Of creatures like the whale And yet she chews while other choose To pass the garbage pale She likes to bark at strangers And she does so with a bang A lot of worldly dangers Are no longer just a fang A funster or a munster Is her sweet dichotomy Whenever eyes are chasing flies She plays the game with me The toilet is her better half As she would soon admit She drinks a lot of water In an effort to be fit Another dog might step aside Or say, I've got to go But Suki dear is cringing here To make the talent show I'm glad to know her face is black For this formality A cordial black is nice to track Her personality.