It has been a while since I delivered one of my famous poems to you. This one came to me out of nowhere this afternoon, but with it there was a genuine affection. I think we can all agree with this sentiment.
What a strange little trinket you make
A thief of our everyday necessities
It is you that delivers the rags to the wash
Where they emerge warm and soft for sleeping
Further, you offer refuge
The canine has yet to understand your power
No matter how many times I pop out unexpectedly
Lastly, your ability to act as a scratching post is nearly unmatched
Only challenged by my human’s favorite leather chair
From where does thy power come?
Once I know, I would like to politely ask for some!
Regal and eloquent no?