Majestic Mr Baxter
He’s back, and don’t you know
His paws, they hide in this car ride
As he waits to steal the show
See, we’ve discussed how we must trust
This pup, for up is down
And backwards god is dog, I say
When written in this town
Some may scoff, but they’re just lost
Their blaspheme born of old
Olden times of weaker rhymes
Not those this Baxter told
But that’s okay, cause they’re just gay
In happiness context
So no offense, just recompense
As PC is deflects
“You mean deflected?”
No my lord, I thought the rules were clear
Poetic license allows for such
It’s meaning ‘twas so near
“Hmm. Okay. I shall allow”
Why thank you, canine beast
You are so kind, and oh so wise
To grant a writer’s leash
“Mm hmm, yes. Now do be gone”
Of course Lord, as you wish
Before I go, shall I just throw
This fish into your dish?
“Waaaait a tick. You say fish?”
I did my liege, the best
“Well you should know your tithes must grow”
“And fish should fill my chest”
Say no more, we’re all here for
Your happiness, you see
And there’s no way we secret pray
You one day set us free
“Hold on, what? What’s that you say?
“Did you just bitch and moan?”
Of course not lord! I would never
It must have been the phone
“Hmm. Alright. But just this night”
“Next time it best be fixed”
And it will, you’ll see it still
(I bet he can’t learn tricks)
“What’s that you say?!”
Wait, who me?
“Yes you, I swear I heard…”
I’m sorry Lord, the pipes down here
Make noise, make hearing blurred
“I see. Okay. I’m hearing things.”
Fear not, (for you are fat)
“Now hold on!”
You heard me wrong
I said just look at that!
“At what?” Right there!
The time, my liege
The clock, above the chair
You must eat your morning treat
(And brush your mangy hair)
How the World Should Work 