He looks like a perfect gentleman
Dressed in a fine tuxedo
But looks can be deceptive
And so is he
He has got his temper and his moods
He won’t come when you’d call him
And sometimes he abruptly leaves
All day long he does nothing at all
Just sleeps like a lazy bum
But when you step outside
To go somewhere
He’d sneak up on you from behind
Laying his dirty paws all over you
Smearing you with his tongue
Pleading you to not go out
Asking for some love
If you still don’t stop
And continue to walk
He’d stalk you for some distance
Not letting you out of his sight
He’s Timothy
The street dog
Always dressed in his tuxedo
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