An Ode to Tooni
Her stomach hangs so lowly
That it acts much like a broom.
Her hairballs stain the carpet
And her sh*t can clear the room.
She doesn't like to play
And yet she hates when you ignore her.
She clearly loves you more.
Sometimes I swear, I just deplore her.
I guess she can be cute,
Like when she saves you on the floor.
Ready for your clue?
B*tch is starving. Feed her more.