I have the cutest puppies,
Most perfect I have seen.
They never try to bark at me
Or jump and make a scene.

I do not have to feed them
And they do not lick my face.
I do not tell them where to go,
They stay in just one place.

It's true they do not wag their tails
Or climb upon my lap,
They do not whine at dinner time
Or tease me with their yap.

Can you guess about my puppies,
So perfect, one and all?

Why, they're living in the calendar
That's brightening my wall!

Poem by Drat