The racket you made dismayed,
When I roughly stroked your fur,
But fell on your back and played,
With the toy I dangled there,
Attempts to grab - preventing
Leave me looking like a chump
Head down, back arched, presenting
Only showing me your rump
What is hidden in your eyes
Is it like or is it more
What drives your crazy ways,
Such mystery to explore
An answer I need to see
When at last I've got you caught
But you've started licking me
And I've lost my train of thought
Gonna go to hell for this. Yup.
ReplyDeleteAhem...I don't have fur.
ReplyDeleteBut I'm most interested in this toy you're dangling, lol.
If you're going to hell, at least you aren't going alone, Brat.
;P