I’ve been mad at him ever since I learned from both
A) The Groomer and B) My Mother (Basically, the only two people he’s EVER around other than ME)
That the whining pathetic noise he ALWAYS makes to communicate with me (the only sound he’s EVER used) he also ONLY uses only WITH me and ON me.
I’m not even upset with him for blatantly attempting to manipulate me. Good for him for trying! Nice try, buddy.
What I’m mad about is that He’s NEVER ONCE tried to reason with me logically, illogically ASSUMING that the only appeal capable of REACHING ME would have to be (and apparently CONTINUES TO BE) an emotionally-cloying, not to mention noisily-annoying, solely-heartstrung and overly-sentimental one.
She must talk to herself ALL of the time, And by her Own iPhone, She must have been driven blind.
She ALLSO must ALLWAYS speak in Rhyme (I know, I can’t stomach it Myself most of the time), And A More Creative Method of Spelling NO one should Never happen upon and find.
If that’s all set up, Then “The Words Said By She” Can NOW, Automatically, Travel nonstop and Highly-Targeted-Directly From Word-to-Text And Bot-to-Blog, Then Blog-to-‘Gram And back again, To once again Wordplay with Those Who Jest The Best❣️ And please don’t breathe a Word of This to Anyone, But she could do “It Driving” If IT wasn’t so dangerous!
I’m fed up with all your cries for food! I know you can’t wait to masticate! And that chewing cud is what you want to do, But I can’t stop to start chewing it for you, So I won’t be doing it for you. You’ll have to chew your cud all by yourself Or chew your cud with someone else.
June 30 is when I get my hair done and Venture again into the sun, Emerging with locks which stun; I’d suggest you race not run From coverage gray and ashy-dun; It’s a battle which can be won, But you’ll invest a tidy sum.