My Latest Poem

'A Livelier Fur' People are offended at the sight of you, even defensive behind peepholes but blame lays elsewhere. Yell 'ow' but I can't hear a sound! Mellow out and you could make a frown. Hung over a couple of shoulders that feel like a million bucks. It must be a pleasure to be of service! Bowled over by a single rolling boulder that gathers moss.