I wrote this one awhile ago, but it fits for this month, with Wilma gone so much…

Bring me a cat

   a fat floppy cat

or a big hairy dog

  leaping and joyfully jumping

 

Sing me a song

    read a poem out loud

or point out a cloud

    that looks like the Shroud of Turin

       or Wisconsin

 

Do all of these things for me

    or maybe one only

It doesn’t really matter

    I detest being lonely.

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