The Final...Grunt

You are absurd madam

With your high-handed

Speeches

And your grasping

Clasping claws

You think you're

Bom chicka wah wah

Flirting with every

Cock-a-doodle-do

Even the ones

That have said 'I do'

When in fact

You're just a silly

Sad and lonely putti tat

Looking for your fat cat

That will never come

Ahhh...but maybe

He will

And I'll be

Proven wrong

But then again...

After the final...grunt

And you're thinking

He's forever yours

He might say

'I've gotta run

To the store

Don't worry

I'll be back'

And you'll see him

Nevermore

Isn't that

How the story goes...

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