Humans love their pets,
In many different ways,
Building a bond that is strong,
Until either one dies, no matter how long.
People remember the good happy times,
With their pets, bragging every day,
They can make a mess in the house,
Their humans clean it up,
Forgotten, in a fast way,
Why can't humans treat each other the same way,
If the toilet seat left up, easy to put down,
From some you hear complaining for days.
The original: Tom Maxwell© 3/6/22 AD
1: 46pm
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