Today, I’ve been inspired by momFOD’s lap. Here I am all curled up, three paws to stump. Join me as I wax poetic about its comforts. Eh hem…
Soft, warm, and comfy
I sit here, purring for you.
But really, for me.
.
Biscuits, biscuits, bread
I push and shove and poke you
Kneading my heart out.
.
I sit down for sleep
Just as you are getting up.
Sit back down, lounger.
Tell me your poem! Do you like laps? Do you prefer them soft or lean? Warm or cool? What’s your preference? Share with me.
Love,
Crepes.
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Cody says he can ohhhh sooooooooooo relate to this! “Biscuits, biscuits, bread
I push and shove and poke you
Kneading my heart out.”
That’s Cody’s life!
wax poetic crepes
candles on yur birthday cake
hope itz made oh trout
waxed floorz R shinee
grate for slidin on az well
ooooof we hit de wall
sew then de wick said
candle wax ewe melt my heart
itz a love storee
Tabbies, YOU melt my heart. You do. – Crepes.