The wee little troll He licked my arm I really don't think He meant any harm ****** and disgusting In his piggish ways He moves very slowly And begins to play In his pointy shoes He runs and frolics Falls on his face Wrinkles his nose Decides to sit down And begin to show How he can behave To receive his treat Which is a nice rub To his wee, little, feet
My pet cat licks my face repeatedly; it feels a bit strange to jut my jaw forward for a feline to lick and make my face wet. but as I sit my eyes shut, it feels unreasonably nice, then, it dawns: she is clicking her LIKES on my real Facebook page the way she knows best. Eureka! this is my tender Archimedes moment ! the naked truth, reveals itself before me like Venus why the crazy craving, without rhyme or reason for LIKES in Facebook and cyberspace; now, I understand so well.