You're old and yellow
A crooked fellow
and still support me so

I keep you covered
Like a secret lover
I guess that you should know

When you're in pain
I cry too

I hate to see you
black and blue

I love your friends
You keep them close

Just know it's you
I love the most

I can barely see you
far away
I gaze down towards the floor

I can't reach you
as you lay
Can't help you anymore

I hate to say this
but I need help
to keep you nice and neat

My Right big toe
I love you so
You're the anchor of my feet

Bread heels have feelings,
and Roombas do, too;
they've noticed your work
and want to thank you.
It might feel silly,
and some may remark
that your efforts are
wasted--but snark, we
have enough of in the
world, so keep your strange,
small displays of good.

two barks don't make a bite
but
it takes two dogs
to make a dogfight

blushes
tips, brushes and spills and the willingness of physics
dip the quill
blending a full face of colours trippy
tipping my crown, my head,
my thinker becomes      creation winning
inks
i wink   faithfully lacy    into the universe    pirouettes and eddies
tinkering
i divide myself    couple and quad and oct..
flood my breeding into the cosmos
spoon-feeding      peddling out into the mutter
the great relax of the creative meddle