Updated: Feb 14
I adore you every hour
that I’m not asleep.
You are my crush
when you dish out
the food that I must eat.
You’re my delight
when you attach
my harness and my leash.
Just one thing trumps
my passion that IÂ
always feel for you –
A warm and mushy
cow poop pool,
my favorite type
of bath.
published in Garden of Neuro
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