Suburnt knees,
And enough singing frogs to please -
Aristophanes.

I lied at the job interview,
And you would have too...
House-sitting a millionaire's cat,
Who couldn't manage that?
But it stares at me with its yellow eyes,
It knows I prefer dogs and that I tell lies,
King for a week of a faraway land,
On my back by the pool and too drunk to stand.