She didn't lock her door,
did not foresee her plight.
The key she'd left unturned,
on that sad fateful night.

In he came to her abode,
with mayhem on his mind.
Sneaking silently about,
for what loot he could find

With stealth he looked around,
his mind was on the prize.
Much too late he looked down,
he couldn't believe his eyes.

Snarling teeth shone so bright,
drool bounced off his denim.
Right there and then he realised,
that things could get quite grim.

Trying to escape Cujo,
he's wrestled to the floor.
Thought foremost in his mind,
I WISH SHE'D LOOKED THAT DOOR!!