ive been 
dog dayed
and blue mooned
sade-ed and
fog crooned.
with a kitty claw scar
and the whisker in a jar
im down feathered and tarred.
im the creep on your scoop
a cock in your coop
the hula in your hoop.

 and after the 67th sneeze
the tear dropped knees
and the eucalyptus trees,
i just wanna do nice things for you
slip pinkish pedals inside your shoe
karoke and chicken stew.