Woof / To Simba, With Love / Slick and fine, my canine

(If only you could read, my love... but I'll read it out anyway - to your tilt of the head, I imagine)

sniffing wet noses,
inching muzzles reaching i.
meddling munchkin’s him,
bounced off my lap, the little gub
and now, louder than his namesake he roars awa’.