Pretty bits of foam.
Too nice to remain hidden
inside the sofa.

Pretty bits of foam.
Too nice to remain hidden
inside the sofa.

Life is a mixed bag.
I am getting past my prime.
So send in the Clowns.

My new best buddy.
His name is Mr Pickle.
I wish he were real!

Rules, boundaries, limitations.
Rules, boundaries, limitations.
Rules, boundaries, limitations…

Unsavable light.
Banished, never to return.
Morning dogs rejoice!

Finally I’ve found
a place that I fit into.
Thanks Melvil Dewey!

Dog-years are fleeting.
Is 5 really the new 4?
Damn those nubile pups!

Humans are outside.
They will never know I’m here.
I am the sofa!

Unfortunately
the smell of KFC is
strangely appealing.

Sense of humour, lost.
It’s nerves, not lights, tightly strung.
Christmas Jeers to all.
