Haha, thought you meant for president didn't you! Bet you'd vote for me too huh? No, I mean by the aussies. The aussies elected me to talk to HeLa. Hopefully this little ditty will get her attention.
HeLa, we are not cushions,
we are not beds.
you are not a hat to be stuck on our heads.
HeLa we are not couches,
we are not cots,
you are not meant to sit on us lots.
Not davenports, divans, trundles or bunks.
Nor chesterfields, settees, what gives punk!
Not armchairs, benches, recliners or sofas.
C'mon Beans please find somewhere else to loaf - Ah!
HeLa, we all like you fine,
but you seem not to know,
and we're hopeful you'll learn this as you grow...
That even though we're hairy,
and kinda soft and warm,
WE ARE DOGS! Dogs true to form!
Please stop sitting on us,
Porter, Pounce, Cat and Turner.
She also just sits on us. We'll be all laying nice on the floor and she wanders up and plunks her butt down right on top of us adn sits there. HOW RUDE! (momma helped me with some of the words cause I didn't know that many words for couch and bed).
By Porter.
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