He is true and wonderful, and never one to lie
If he did, it was behind my back
Not strong enough to turn around as a muscled lie
To choke me with disbelief and despair
He has rubbery ears
Stretched beyond mortal endurance
A snug fit to embrace my fears
No matter how many times I repeat the same offense
Being walloped by disappointments
He continues the generous act of listening
He doesn't care for fancy clothes or the latest hair
But he cares for my affairs where no one else does
Mystery and style puzzle him because
He prefers to sip coffee with me
Let my stories jiggle his sides
And surrender an inverted half-moon on his lips
That's what I like
He has rubbery legs too
Never seem to tire from walking too long a distance
Or a beat faster than me
To get my beloved oatmeal raisin cookie
The corner coffee shop before closing time
I can be a bully sometimes
Yet he can see past my shortcomings
Thinks I'm someone with a fiercer voice
And too many battles of conquering her disloyal hair.
**I wanted to write a tribute for you the other night but you pissed me off. It doesn't really matter now because by the time you read this, I will be forgiven. Meow.
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