The King K9
She says I have a unique style, that’s, eloquently real.
Real in the sense of life, warmth, true love; and might I say, a lil’ sex appeal.
She calls me a “great poet”. I say thanks; but surely she jests.
Even though I have a “wild imagination”, not only “great” she’s “one of the best”
She says “the strength of a lion and the ears of a mature wolf”, thank you, o’friend of mine.
Because of YOU! Someday I may be called FLAWLE$: “The King K9”.
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