First delivery of the day...

Lumbering devourer of hay

Dissatisfied with a scratch on the nose

Drool starts pouring like a water hose

A shake of the head and flick of the tounge

A glob of goop sentences my jacket done

I go in for redemption, reaching for the scruff

But the beast is still bothered he's had enough

My hand covered in dirt and slop

Perhaps his way of saying stop

But he's far too cute to leave without saying goodbye

One last pet couldn't hurt if he'd just comply

Before I could even touch the yellow locks of fur

That mischievous tounge sprung forth with one final slur

Wrapped up my arm in a web of snot

Time was ticking, should stay I reckon not.
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