My Dog Numerator

 
I have a dog named,
Numerator,
Not equal,
Less,
Or any greater,
Than dogs, Addition,
Or Take Away,
He likes the top,
That's what he'd say...
I came home late,
Where could he be?
Out for a run,
A swim in the sea?
I searched and searched,
My eyes were red,
I looked in the mirror,
He was asleep on my head!!!
Numerator's always,
On top of things,
Bunk-beds, slides,
See-saws, swings...
Late last night,
Heard a woooooof,
Numerator, was balanced,
Up on the roof!! 

I was scared so stiff,
Horrified with horror,
If Numerator slipped,
He'd see no tomorra',
A ladder, I grabbed,
Climbed to the top,
Screamed, "Get down!"
But he didn't stop...
Numerator danced,
A-one, two, three,
We both danced,
My puppy and me...
All fears were gone,
We waltzed the whole roof...
If I had a camera,
Pics would be proof...
After hours of tango,
Of salsa,
And swing,
We fell to the ground,
With a great, big, big ding!!!
I looked at Numerator,
"This has to stop!"
But Numerator gave a lick,
"I just like the top!!!"