When you said you were writing me a love poem, I did not expect this:
"I like cute dogs
And I cannot lie
You other lovers can't deny
When Horta walks in with that itty-bitty face
And that round ball in my face I have fun
Getting licked by a tongue
Cuz damn that puppy's young
Deep in the fur he's wearing
I'm hooked and I can't stop staring"
After that, it gets graphic. I'm disappointed, so needless to say we're breaking up. Also I fucked your cat.
Yes, I'm a dog. And I type.
It's not that impressive when you see it in real life.