It seems I’m in the doghouse once again before I knew it,
And this time it is so unfair because… I didn’t do it!
It’s not my fault if people like my poems more than her stuff…
And leave me all those nice reviews to gloat on… well, that’s just tough!
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Perhaps if she would do the puppy eyes more, she might make it…
Or take a leaf from other writers who have learned to ‘fake it’…
‘Cause confidence invites belief and I think she should try it
And advertise her work as if she thinks someone might buy it!
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The trouble is, she likes to make them think and that’s no bad thing,
While I am cute and furry and I like to leave them laughing,
And though I may not sell enough to rival Rockefeller…
It’s true that of the two of us, it’s me who’s the bestseller.
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