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Ode to Master T

Under your tough shell lies a frisky soul
Snoozing in a corner when you are alone

You somersault when we are around
Thinking you are Spiderman you try to cross the glass walls

You don't speak a word as you stare into the world
But when we are around, baby you do rock

Your needs are little as are you
Six fish sticks, twice at eight

With your beady eyes you look into mine
God only knows what goes around in your primitive mind

Dunno if you know our days together are numbered
But why think of that while we are together

Comments

Scarlett said…
Who's Master T??
24 May 2009 at 05:13
Kalyan Karmakar said…
a one year old that we are baby sitting for a couple of weeks. Moonshine has the porcelain version of it
24 May 2009 at 05:24
Moonshine said…
A ceramic one!!! Its damn cute.. called Oliver!!! :) I can only imagine how cute an actual one would be!!!
25 May 2009 at 08:24
Kalyan Karmakar said…
he is very cute and all of us, including our maid, are missing him
26 May 2009 at 00:35
Moonshine said…
Gone back has it?? Thats sad!!!!
26 May 2009 at 07:50
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