I cried.
You are just the dottiest thing I have ever cared to witness,
And slamming my door, I fall to my knees,
Screaming dot at the sky before sobbing into my hands.
The hot tears stream rapidly down
From my fearful dot-shaped eyes
As I lay on the floor crying
From how you are weird with such great ease.
You are simply dotty,
And that is all there is to it,
And had I not written this poem,
I would have to simply moo it.
