I'm NOT gonna chase her around the apartment to pet her, like he does.


(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMDCCLXXXVIII)


It's not my day off anymore, defense
Gone overnight, the concept still t'avail
Half in my mind, til ev'ning's ole detail
Haunts with the note it shan't be long til thence
I must head back to work. Oh vain pretense!
I am mixt up as sunny shafts reach hale
Bright fingers for the front door like the trail
To yonder lies beyond? No, no. And whence?
We wore out flicks for our amusement, poor
As sev'ral ev'ry day since last week, two
Or more our fare, like that was good as twere.
And Tigger's his cat now, I guess, the cue
Of petting more than I could bear. Bestir
Hope in the LORD. Oh LORD, what should I do?

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