#leonrhymes

[leonrhymes]

i went up to the window

to order me some fries,

a double patty borger,

with chimken on the side.

the guy looked at me funny,

he said, “please come inside.”

my dream was coming true at last,

“u betcha!” i replied.

i trotted to the door,

my mouth now filled with foam,

and as he let me in,

i realized,

that window’s to my home 😞

[leonrhymes]

it’s true, when I was smoller,

i didn’t have to squeeze.

i didn’t have to coil up

to sleep atop ur knees.

i didn’t have to squoosh myself

to fit in every nook.

i’d simply crawl up next to u,

as u curled up with a book.

i might have grown a little—

to tell the truth, a 𝙡𝙤𝙩—

and as for whether I still fit,

it’s always worth a shot.

[leonrhymes]

I’ve been watching you since dinner,

Waiting since I ate,

Feeling awfully thinner,

As it’s getting kind of late.

I’m shriveling, shriveling up,

I just might blow away,

And at my behest,

I humbly request,

You send some more kibble my way.

[leonrhymes]

my favorite part of travel

is visiting hotels—

absolutely nothing beats

the way clean linen smells—

the free shampoo,

the comfy bed,

it’s all u need and more.

excuse me while i take a snooze—

i guess you’re on the floor

[leonrhymes]

now you’ve gone and done it—

his whole heart, you’ve won it—

he’s your man of the hour—

‘cause you gave him a flower

[leonrhymes]

Life can get ruff,

It can be a real slog,

But it gets a lot better,

When u live with a dog!

[leonrhymes]

I tried to take a selfie,

But didn’t quite foresee,

What fluffy white creation,

Would be staring back at me.

Its wrinkles had me flustered,

Taken well aback,

Its handsome countenance froze up,

It didn’t much react.

I weighed my next move slowly,

Stay and stare, or flee?

I wanted that darn selfie,

And then it *𝙘𝙡𝙞𝙘𝙠𝙚𝙙*—

That’s me.

[leonrhymes]

i met my hero yesterday,

much to my surprise!

i couldn’t think of what to say,

and averted my eyes.

“i like ur poems, Leon!”

said Striker, straight to ME?!

i froze up like a popsicle,

and stared in disbelief.

“TEACH ME EVERYTHING U KNOW,”

i lamely blurted out.

then buried my head lowly—

embarrassing, no doubt.

i goofed, in front of Striker,

my idol in the ring!

i’m just a silly poet—

a jester to this king!

but Striker donned a smile,

as we looked down at our feet,

and shyly reassured me,

“I’m just in it for the treats.”