Δαφνη Ευτυχια Αρθουρος

Hark! The clank-tinkle-clatter --
Dropped mug strikes linoleum floor.
The race is begun in an instant
To see who will soon soak up more
Of the spreading café-au-lait puddle,
Be it paper towels, or (no surprise)
The tongue of a quick little doggie
For whom the race is the prize.

(It was decaf. And no ill effects so far, a few hours later. Very, very determined to beat the paper towels, and the mop, to what was left of her prize though.)