The Puzzling Summer

Summer is here,
The weather is hot,
It’s ripe for indoor entertainment.
So we sit on the floor
And we emptied our box,
It’s time for some puzzle enjoyment.

The challenge is fine,
The picture this time,
Is a classic old black and white snap shot.
Lunch on a steal beam,
New York skyline’s the scene,
And construction makes a curious backdrop.

We’re ready to start,
Five hundred pieces to sort,
With the frame the first part assembled.
It proves harder than we’d thought,
So much black and white art,
And the grey tones mixed together and jumbled.

The progress seems slow,
“Where does this piece go?”
Then our task attracts one most coquettish.
She’s a lovely black poodle,
She’s a “Brain” not a “Noodle,”
With an unbeknown ‘puzzle piece’ fetish.

We enjoy while we’re able,
But we must leave the table,
There’s work and schedules to keep.
Then return with resolve,
But the puzzle we can’t solve,
And our picture seems strangely incomplete.

We look everywhere,
But eleven aren’t there!
And our success has been thwarted this time.
Her name rhymes with “Trouble”
We suspect on the double, she ate them!
Now there’s just four eighty-nine.