to bask in my glory and what I have accomplished here on Earth
so tender your vittles and elegant your fine fur
i almost mistook you for a swan
your long, promising daggers inhibited by soft, plexy like gums
so guilty in the complexity
i ask you again, what gives you the right to make me so jealous?
i take you to the dentist more than i take myself
so weak were your loins that i nursed consistently the day you fought the sabre toothed lion
dog, i beg of you... "what gives you the right?"
dog, don't bark at me that way
--from Mrs. Twister's Weird Tornado and Animal Poems