Bob In the Cage

Bob in the Cage

He is not nice. 
I closed the door and told him to wait…there.
He did. 
It did not make his mood better. 
It helped mine a little. 
I was far less likely to put him in the pot, 
and cook him today. 
That was good in every way…
especially for him.

He bites, 
Not a little but a lot. 
Just when you let your guard down. 

So friendly he can be, 
You will see, what I mean, 
I talk about him all the time. 

He has gotten under my skin, 
like a wiggler. 
It is going to take gas to get it out. 

Or, I will just wait, 
and let him out again…(in a while)
because loving him is not easy…
but that is not the point.

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