He scribbled a note for Liz,
left it under his mug:
meeting boyo - the Lion,
left the pug - for you
.

He didn't get far, what with
his bladder ready to burst.
Stopped off at the Halfway. 
A dearer pint, needs must.

Liz hugged the dog. It brought
its lead to tug her heart -
simple love. Like the broken
biscuit she dunked in her cup.