stretched out between my calves
fat bare belly in the sun
he raises his head
tries to raise his head
nothing to get up for yet
little hairy guy
struggles
then (eventually) rolls onto his side
sets his back to the sun
goes back to sleep
she'll be home soon
posted by Bill Robertson @ 1:50 PM
1 Comments:
Okay, after re-reading this I concluded that I have a dirty mind and that it's quite an innocent poem after all. j
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