Sushi, Part 1, by jwhwz Subscribe to rss feed for jwhwz

Sushi, Sushi; I love her true;
Sushi, Sushi; my Baby Doo.
Oh, how my Sushi loves her cuddles;
Oh, how I love to call her Bubbles.
My Sushi is strange; my Sushi is crazy;
My Sushi is loving; my Sushi is lazy.
She eats tin foil, and she licks plastic;
She gives Mommy kisses, and it is fantastic.
She loves to play and fight with her little sister;
It turned out all right once when she had a blister.
She loves to look out the door, and she loves to catch
bugs;
She's funny when she rubs her bottom on the rug.
She plays with yarn when she feels pep;
When she's sleepy, she curls up in a ball and takes a nap.
She loves to give her Mommy hugs;
Just like her sister, she sniffs in Mommy's empty mugs.
She is my little Uzapoo Kitty;
Like her sister, we've had her since she was itty bitty.
Sushi, Sushi, Sushi is my Baby Doo;
Sushi, Sushi, oh, how Mommy loves her true.
Sushi is my lit-tle friend;
She must have come from the rainbow's end.
Sushi is my Baby Bunny; 
She's very cute and very funny.
Sushi is my Poop-see-doodle;
She's cuter than a curly poodle.
Sushi, Sushi, Sushi is my Baby Doo;
Sushi, Sushi; oh, how Mommy loves her true!
She doesn't mind when she's a Teepeepoo Kitty;
When Mommy wakes her and gives her kisses; she's so pretty.
Posted: 2011-11-09 07:28:59 UTC

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