“I wrote a poem for Muppet.”
“Yeah, I was watching her sleep, and I was inspired.”
Well, that’s very sweet.
Sure, if by ‘sweet’ you mean really weird and just a little bit creepy.
Now, Muppet, he’s making an effort. Let’s give him a chance. Iggy, why don’t you read us your poem?
O Muppet, fur unruly,
A Schnauzer, a Yorkie, a mix, asleep
With your leg in the air
Like a fainting goat in the night.
A Schnauzer, a Yorkie, a mix, a mess
O Muppet, will you be groomed
Ugh. You see what I have to put up with?
That wasn’t very nice, Iggy.
“I’m just wondering what’s up with her fur, that’s all!”
She’s going to the groomer next week.
Oh no. I am?
Oh. Wow. I really don’t like it here.
Aw, Muppet, don’t hide under the — yeah, okay.