When your squeaky toy won’t squeak When you’ve been stuck inside all week When the big dog barks and growls To interrupt your nightly prowls Your food is bland, your kibble stale The baby always pulls your tail Whenever life gets harsh and rough Just hug your hippo; that’s enough
What would I do without you?
From Imgur: “I rescued Stanley and his hippo today. The shelter said they were a package deal.”
In hamlet and village ‘cross many a nation We find fearless felines in grave situation Within cemeteries aside ancient churches Cats congregate in search of cool perches For a crypt of concrete or a headstone of marble Makes a soothing retreat to air out the harbles So let’s hit the boneyard, that is if you’re willing And enjoy this collection of cats who’re just chilling
If it’s a bad day, or even a bad week, There is some comfort you can seek. To gaze upon a fluffy cheek Will cheer you up when you feel bleak.
And now for something completely different: A llama with three buttocks.
The humble buttock, you will find Is Nature’s method to remind Us all to relax and unwind And never mind if we fall behind.
75% floof, 25% ‘tocks.
And soon, thanks to this tiny twerker You’re feeling calm and less berzerker. Just why do ‘tocks make us feel perkier? Don’t ask me why; I only work ‘ere.
No need to point out the tail, it points for itself.
“Oh, kind traveler, spare a morsel for a poor wretched forest creature such as I! A peanut, perchance, or a cashew or two! I would feast on a filbert, but an almond will do! A pecan or pistachio would please this sad snacker! Or even a walnut (but lend your nutcracker)!”