Soooooo...you want to play hearts.
A "GAME," bursting with infinite parts.
A myriad of your fiery darts
Each and every one of them smarts.
Now, then, and again, from whence it starts,
You make manifest, your honey tarts.
THAT"S FINE...FELINE.
I am extremely grateful.
That I'm not a stupid fly.
Instead I am a panther,
But an amicable friendly guy.
I will not shy, I shall not ebb,
And cringe from the singe, of your, "FLY TRAP," web.
If I were an allured fly...
I'd swoop down, from the sky.
And make my "BOLD," landing...
Just to say, "HI."
But I would deserve, what ever I got?
Would I win the game? Maybe yes. Maybe not.
"HE WHO PICKS A ROSE;
MUST ACCEPT THE THORNS THAT IT BEARS TOO."
In interest of you...I DO. I DO.
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Author Notes
"A DITTY FOR MY PRETTY FROM HER BLACK KAT KITTY...
He likes to snuggle, yes...not to de-stress...but, to your-dress. You know...
You understand. His mind is made up...a mouse won't do.
His thrill on the hill is the greenwood... yew."
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