“Patience,” my humans will tell me,
But I find that I do not agree.
If you ever collect your own humans,
Their slowness is what you will see.
They insist they must put their big coats on —
It’s their fault they have no fur at all.
Those humans can’t keep track of their items;
They just throw away tennis balls!
And the shoes, oh my gosh, let me tell ya,
This is one of the reasons I’m fried.
It takes them an age to put shoes on,
And then every shoe must be tied!
Then they tell me that I must be patient.
They can do what they want; I don’t care.
But I don’t think that this is my problem;
They’re just slow and their thinking’s not fair.
-Chocolate
