What happened to your muzzle?!

Well... the neighbor had food.

Your snout is so wet!

I bet.

What about the pads on your paws?

I saw a cat.

What about the stickers?!

The whiskers...

What happened is that the world found out you're soft and pokeable!!!

Ughhhh....lord help your footpads and noseholes....

Dermible detritus set with us
tarps and oil
Soil set with toil
Boiled in bags of tripe
Chips and chicks who titter
Gave me pick of the litter
Loyalty has soiled me
and sent me unto hither

I ask you for a question
Lessen layman make me walk
Make me milk my maiden
Make me cut my stalk

Showy showman dyin'
I felt a lot like cryin'
Cause cousins cause the answer
I call it family cancer
Dancing with my girly
Surely felt so good
But death is still a dealin'
And it's dealin' good.

Two Stars shining brightly above
Two Stars shining with gods love
Two Stars related by birth Oskar and Ted my beloved Grandsons
Missed very much by your Mummy and Daddy on earth
We did not get to hold you and whisper your name
We did not get to watch you run rings around your brother and call his name
We did not get to be proud Grandparents and watch you grow
But  Two Stars came and shone one day the result is one that did remain,  now Alfie has an earth brother Roman's his name
Two Stars your family still think of you dearly and cherish your memory
We wish we could have held you and kept you in our care
All we asked was for God to love you until one day we can all be there
Your life on earth was short and brief but  Two Stars you shine on in our memories

Digging in my files
I found a dust pile of papers made of people
A soy based type of parchment
Printed on it said, with blood red words it read:

We came from the promised land
In the form of four stages of man.
First there was a titan
Then frightened bugs and spiders.
Lying in a layman ocean
Choking on the Stalk
The Stalk that lead to three
Third in this story
Third was just the fishes
Flying in the sky
A skyhole broke the mission
of only fish glory
To get to number four,
it's said here in the lore,
Men and rats ate feces
but was Women saw the land
Tinsel made of sand
They'd been our lookout
They looked out for our species.

Well Done.
She said, but don't ***** it up. Its a start.
How could I?
Your sauciness drove right thru my heart.

Will you please be my bottom bun?
Baby, you're my seed number one.
Sesame wants Sesayou

Tardy to your selfworth day party
Salty, and peppered with hardy haught looks
I've overcooked this simple match up
Maybe baby I'm plain ketchup.

Misanthropic ipecac syrup stirred up in my belly
Jelly filled bow hunts
Haunted my head
****** doughnuts stopped me dead
I vomited a sonnet into tissues
Fuzzy stars seem to swish through
My larynx without time for healing.
Stealing good graces from her strawberry face
Is the only way I'm dealing

Shame is useless
like locks on wooden cages.
Cutting into heartbuilt buildings takes ages.
Laughter, she said, is courageous
I'm dead, I said, I can't assuage
The deep part you've pocketed
from my locker I left out open.

It'll only take a token to turn
My moody style into hysteria
My misery and you
His and her history too
Is best probably unspoken