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Me wooking fowlown wifout
my Dinnermintz. |
Hewwooo efurrybuddy! Dis iz Apowwo, Zoweee's widdow bruder. I am vewy handsum bwooo eyes and I have a wion's mane so dat makes me a widdow wion man. Zoweee iz so kind to wet me bwog today becuz I want to wite about my boootifow wuv, Miss Dinnermintz. Wee just started dis wunderfow wewayshunship, but she iz da wuv of my wife!
My sweet Dinnermintz caws me her Womeo, so I wood wikes to
send her sum poetwee inspywerd by Wiwyum Shakespeer:
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I wood sing yooo sonnets fwum bewow
youw bawconee my Dinnermintz. |
Did my heart wuv tilw now?
Forswear it, site!
For I ne'er saw twoo boooty
tilw wast Turrzday.
Shall I compaw dee to a summaw's day?
Thou art mow wuvwee and mow tempawit:
Wuff winds do shake the dawling buds of May,
And summaw's wease hath alw too showt a date:
Sometime too hot da eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gowd compwekshun dimm'd;
And every faiw from faiw sometime declines,
By chance or natchuwe's changing course untwimm'd;
But dy etawnal summaw shalw not fade
No wose possesshun of that faiw dou owest;
No shalw Death bwag dou wander'st in his shade,
When in etawnal lines to time dou growest:
So wong as kittees can breathe or catseyes can see,
So wong lives dis, and dis gives life to dee Dinnermintz
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Me sunbading in da gawden dweeming
of my sweet Dinnermintz. See da aviary
in da back furr endwess birdies
entertanement! |
My Dinnermintz eyes are noting wikes da grass;
The medow is far wess emerwold than her stunning stare;
If snow be white, why den her tootsies are purwew;
If hairs be wires, da softest furr gwows on her body.
I have seen woses damask’d, oweng and white,
But mow bootifow woses see I in her cheeks;
And in alw pawfumes is dere wess dewite
Den in the sweet bweath of Dinnermintz.
I'd wuv to hear her speak, yet well I know
Dat her meow wilw be a much pweezing sound;
I grant I never saw a goddess go;
Untiw I saw my mistress in her gawden gwound:
And yet, by heaven, I tink my wuv mow gwand
As any to be fownd acwoss da wand.
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| Me giving sexee wion wook furr my Dinnermintz! |
Good nite, good nite! Pawting is such sweet sowwow,
Dat I shall say good nite till it be mowwow. Meow, Meow