…and that you pesky pathetic paparazzo pretending to be a poet!

Silver’s reactions to my latest poem I recited to him:

Free-range dust bunnies
Frolicking around the floor
Evasive moves
Hop over brooms
Impossible to corral
Dust bunnies freely roam
Frolicking on the floor
Oops!
I dropped my buttered toast
Dust bunny’s now a ghost

NOOoooo!

STOP! ¡ALTO! FERMARE! ARRÊTER!

Eat this paw sandwich!

Do I really have to listen to this?

Talk to the paw!

AAAARG! I’ll scratch your eyes out!