I love my master;
Thus I perfume myself with
This long rotten squirrel.
I lie belly-up
In the sunshine, happier than
You ever will be
Many dog butts-I celebrate
By kissing your face.
I sound the alarm!
Mailman Fiend-come to kill us all-
Look! Look! Look! Look! Look!
Neighbor’s cat-come to kill us all!
Look! Look! Look! Look! Look!
Wiz on each bush. Hello, Boss –
Sniff this and weep
The ways are numberless as
My hairs on the rug.
I am so ecstatic I have
Made a puddle
Look, world, they strangle me! Ack
Ack Ack Ack Ack Ack!
On your foot – no greater bliss – well,
Maybe catching rats
Deny it. No human could
Love you as much I do
Bad-she fills the litter box
With Tootsie Rolls
Because it’s there. Because it’s
There. Because it’s there.
Now, always, and especially
When you are eating.