Spun

Don't sever all your ties to everyone,
Remembering the dogs who chose your scent
And left mementos at the monument
Of who they were and everything they'd done.
We took a moment in the midday sun
To think of heroes and the indigent,
Mad dogs, sane frogs, and all the badly bent,
Comparing them to us. I wove, you spun.

You spun, I danced the most appalling waltz,
Not counting as I ought to (one two three),
Exhibiting those moves, unique to me,
Reminding you of dogs. My many faults
Include dusting French fries with Epsom salts,
Displaying pride, and flouting history.