Rose is Moonlighting…
I don’t really know
If I should say it is so
The Rose actin’ nifty
But a little bit shifty…
She’s aware we be movin’
Relieved we’ll be groovin’!
At least so we hope
Asked all but the Pope.
And no guarantees
Of roads or of access
Of ‘biz’? residential?
Research be my Praxis…
But yet I have found
With all of the seeking
Don’t often get answers. No Matter.
Soooo… Roooh..se…
jus’ what you be leaking…?
Not of me for of course
I am Open Book
But if paying or paid
It’s not fair to look!
For no-sin’ can be nosy
And yours is so flat
So think’n it’s Rosey
On the side, it’s not Phat!
But here’s why I think
The Rose is Moonlight’n…
Suddenly when needed
was a notar-y
There appeared Rose
Her paw on my knee.
“Just iPhone it, now..!.
Don’t think you have time
To run all around
The stamp can be mine.”
So I sez to my Pet
‘So how is it legal?
She said, “got my stamp…
Because I’m so Regal.”
Well didn’t surprise me
She is quite the Queen…
But how does it pass…
On the line or between?
She said, “it’s a chip…
At the Spa they implant…
Don’t ask any questions
Or go off on a rant…”
Just pay my $5
Or salmon will do
Sardines on the side
Nice tip would be, too.”
But I really dunno?
Something else isn’t right
She’s shifty and loose
Not mad and uptight.
I’m glad she feels purpose
As work gratifi’n
But somehow her nosin’
Now feels like she’s spy’in…
I mean when one claims
That their paw is a witness
‘To what?’ I would say?
For God is the litmus…!
But I’m glad she’s ‘in‘
With the powers that be
Perhaps will sustain her
At least support me!
So what can I say?
The papers she sign
We closed on the house
Stars begin to align…
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