What are you doing aside from getting into my space Licking my face And floating fur into my morning cup of tea I get that you n I are a “we” now But your inability to have boundaries is a little hard to swallow I don’t necessarily enjoy your sassy little buns being situated in front of my face You’re a sexy little sweetheart but not of my preferred species I think we’re gonna have to rethink the terms of our agreement
*The drawing is my own attempt at creating a worried warthog. I wanted to do something silly for this one and make it as unrealistic and absurd as possible. So if you haven’t laughed yet, I guess I’ve failed miserably. But if you’re at least smiling and shaking your head in disbelief, then I guess I’m doing alright. 😉 ~M
Warty was her loathsome name And magic was her very best game She put other witches to awful shame With her unrivaled and eagle-eyed aim She seemed a fairly normal witchy dame Except for her keen ability to maim Which was actually sort of depressing and lame As she could inflict the worst ever pain And after a single swish and flick of her cane It was horrendous what some people often became The majority were certainly never the same Since her barrage of enchantments left most insane
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