Ode To My Cat
How you never fail to intrigue me,
Never fail to amuse me.
How I love the secret language
You write on everything.
Thank you for guarding me
From the monsters under my bed.
How I love your eager greeting
Each time I trudge through the door.
Thank you for your wake-up call
Replacing my alarm clock each morning
No matter how annoying you may seem,
I will always love these little things.
Two Mustache in the Face
Two mustache in the face,
And sorry I could not wear both
And be one sexy, long I stood
And looked down as far I could
To where it bent at lip;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it bushy and want wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally long
In piles no hair had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how shave leads on to shave,
I doubted if it should ever grow back.
I telling this con suspiro
Somewhere days and days hence:
Two mustache diverged by choice, and I—
I took the one less bushy,
And dis made all the difference.