I woke up this morning with a feeling of dread.
I found Henry’s rectum was glued to my head.
It wasn’t his usual choice of repose.
The artful arrangement, his torso, my nose.
I wont be surprised if I break out in a sty.
Due to new sleeping habits, his anus, my eye.
I hope he goes back to his chest, my ear.
My armpit will cheerfully cradle his rear.
With the first light of day now up my cats butt.
I'm considering trading him in for a mutt.
I love little Henry with all of my heart.
I'm ever so grateful he cant pass a fart.
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