It is not what you think
Really, it is not
There is a good reason
That I am in your pajamas
Snuggled in your bed
When you have never laid eyes upon me
My dear neighbor Ned
It is not what you think
Really, it is not
There is a good reason
Caught by a raging storm
I was only cold, tired and wet
Locked out by my cat
I saw your door open and
Your huge double bed
Invitingly said
“Come let me warm you
Poor dear, you need only rest”
It is not what you think
Really, it is not
There is a good reason
But I forgot the rest
As to why your puppy
Is now painted in red
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