Let Sleeping dogs lie..

This is an old poem I found in some charred-remains of a journal in my drawer.
It's not bad in that it rhymes and still makes sense, which is an accomplishment for me, since near enough all my poems are non-rhyming.

Let that sleeping dog lie
If you don't want to die.
Please, I beg you,
Let that sleeping dog lie

Why, Don't you see?
Those fangs come up to your knee.
So please,
Heed my plea.

No! Don't go an stroke him!
I don't want to put you in a coffin!
That dog's a danger,
He is fuelled by Sin.

what do you all think?