Poor sad Cobaka
Under the gate you sit
Your legs slip beneath you
I never give you no lip.
So why did you try to bite me?
I only just walked by
I might've fed you a nibble
But not a nibble of my thigh!
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2 comments:
That oughta hold the little SOBs.
Glad you caught that. Yeah, I kind of figured a little red meat for the base might be appropriate. Not too transparent, I hope.
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