Turning counterclockwise Three times Bowser lies At the foot of the bed And to my surprise Marisol at the head Gets up gets down instead When I join them too Big dogs back to back Though she is my friend I send her down that end With Bowser to be Two friends I can depend On to doggedly Keep an eye on me Doing as we do Packed three to a pack To make some sense of it From the middle I By dogly riddle try To get us to fit Who crowd a little bit Two dogs and a poet Three to a mattress A pack more or less Steven Curtis Lance   Thanks to Maria for the photo