Marty

His eyes twinkle in the sun
Soul is as worm as a fresh bun
He has passion of life
His passion is strong and rife

He walks with grace and power
With a belly as white as a flower
He has a worm dark stripe down his back
Lying by the red towel rack

His soft padded feet
Comfy as red raw meat
He has a muscular voice
With a horrible joyce

He will whinge at the door
SuPAR hardcore
Searching for a free meal
Refusing to eat a banana peel

My favourite thing
Never ever going to clean
Lying around the house
Hunting for a mouse