Hairy is my name,
Licking my tail is the game.
All day I sit,
Looking at it.
As much as I try,
I can't reach the tip.
It always seems to give me the slip.
My tongue feels clogged with fur.
So I hack,
I cough.
I clean it off with a cloth.
I give up come dinner.
Tomorrow I will reach further,
Now I can eat my burger.

For my friend Polly


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