Hi Friends,

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.

The Hamper

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?
You’re welcome,
Max