I found a little black puppy,
His eyes were deep red.
They oddly glowed hot
Right from his head!
He howled and snarled
All through the night,
He’d set fires whenever
He sensed my delight.
Sometimes I’d find him
Walking right up the wall.
He’ll float in the kitchen,
Or transform the hall
Into a horrid corridor
Made of melting skin.
I think he’s from hell.
Maybe I shouldn’t have
Taken this puppy in.