Good boy

My jests are lost on you,

On your fur weaved with realism

Like a tic it pinches, you scratch

With a look of Chaplin

 

Now I have lost in you

My humour and my interest

Why don’t you just patch

Your virtues with one sin

 

Sit!

Good boy.

 

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