An ode to Charring

Today is my fair sweet love's birthday, so this post will be an ode to her beauty.

Oh Charring Cross,
How you fur shines,
How your eyes gleam,
How you waddle so seductively when you walk,
How your sent is so wonderful,
How your fur shines like a nice big bowl of fresh baby food,
How I wish it tasted the same,
How I wish I knew what it actually tasted like...
How your eyes gleam like my fresh poops on a warm afternoon,
How your fat flabs as you walk,
How you are round like a blonde tennis ball,
How you are such a beautiful tennis ball worth every scrap of the food you must have pigged out on!
How you smell like a sewer,
How you smell like a moldy packed of smokey bacon crisps when on heat,
How you sometimes smell of stale wee,
How I love your wee.
My fair beautiful love how you are so many wonderfull things my smelly, fat, baby food coloured love!