Don’t be afraid if you spot Thomas,
A Gothic Bulldog - but gentle, I promise.
He's a delightful knight who won't bite,
He'll sit and lay, he's found his way.
Singing his sorrowful songs, of the things he longs-
like a home and place where he belongs.
Lurking in the shadows, fading into the fog.
No tricks, no foes, it's Thomas the bulldog.
You’ll find some pleasure in this tale of old,
Of cats and treasure, with pirate hats and gold!
The sky danced softly in shades of peach,
As it glanced down on a Cat on the Beach!
She’d stealthily swiped it from a Pirate Pup.
As she wealthily opened the treasure chest up!
But “In Punk we trust,” coins started to hail -
Unfortunately, a bust, brokenhearted, left to wail.
She tried to conceal the feeling that stunk,
For no one can steal from Pirate Punk…
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