the bull could do tricks the rest of us could barely dream of he told me.
Could stand on his hog, and race down the freeway at a hundred and three
Could outmaneuver every member of the gang, he was hell on wheels.
most of his tricks were secrets, hidden in long-standing conceals.
We made him the captain, the boss, the king of our club.
He takes his motorcycle inside when he soaks in the tub.
Trusting no one, for his family was pretty hard on him, liars too.
Can’t trust anyone, he told me once. Have not since I was two.
The miller’s third son was disappointed to inherit a mere alley cat.
He did not realize the trickery and deceit under this creature’s hat.
Puss in Boots could outmaneuver committees, clubs, king and queen.
This anthropomorphic genius was the best present the son had ever seen.
The princess’s hand in marriage was easily given after this wise cagey cat.
Pulled a trick on the king and his coach, that was healthy, tricky and phat.
The Marquis of Carabas’ clothes were stolen, he told the royals that day.
The miller’s third son was amazed when the princess whisked him away.
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