Bugs drive them crazy,
Most times they’re lazy,
Curl up and sleep on soft chairs in the sun.
Often times holler,
Fight and then squalor,
O’er toys; our attention, or tumble in fun.
Moses our big guy,
N’er lets a meal by,
If food's in the bowl, then like lightening he’ll run.
Albie is quite thin,
Fond of cooked chicken,
When Moses is finished then Albie has none.
They are a good pair,
Kings of this house lair,
In life as a species they’d say that, “We’ve Won!”
Peter Lowell Paulson
October 17, 2010
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