I’m Fine, Really
Every morning at 7:45 I catch butterflies on my tongue.
My favorite rooster, Rhode Island Red then prepares me a bowl of fish chowder,
which I enthusiastically consume to show my appreciation.
When I arrive at work I find that I am growing a long fuzzy tail,
that I refuse to acknowledge.
If anyone should notice my tail I shall refer them to my psychiatrist.
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