I am now being called by many names such
or, if Edwin is here,
and it is becoming confusing.
Mom just calls me Bhindi Shark-Fin,
feeds me, scritchy-scratches me
especially on my snout and then
I stretch out, roll over on my side,
kick out one leg and she scratches
my tummy, then she can call me
whatever she wants but by then she
is giggling because I roll and stretch
out and purr and run through all my
tunnels just sticking my snout out
for treats and scratches.
But my swirls are growing into whorls
and my, well you know, man-parts
are growing into bowling balls
and mom is thinking I should join
a league and -
Oh, that's a metaphor?
Good night, mom.
Get some rest the next few days.
The rest of you are invited to scratch my snout.