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"Boots Likes Mink" (by Joe DiMino)
Boots likes mink you think?
My wifes coat left out
On the bed,
Bootshaving just finished
A gourmet tuna/crab
Decided a perfect plush
To rest his feline head
Along with the rest of him
Curled up contentedly
Ever dapper, black tails (only one)
And spats white (four)
Alongside a bottle of
Unopenedas of yet
Jack Daniels
(Our preparations for
A winter hayride);
Of course Boots decided
To stay home, on the well warmed
Comforted bedI took a snort for him
On the frosty trail
then another
And soon saw my conscience
(Naked minks darting everywhere)
Having made their warmth contribution
Without prior consent
I took another snort
Getting deliriously bent:
Thinking Alpaca (no)
Wool? Maybe
Cotton (Cant be certain)
Ah! Polyester!
Though to some absurd
Still Boots has
The final word
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