Remembering Frankie

This furry man had many names,
and a very sexy chin.
He wasn't one for silly games,
But his food dish always made him grin.

His fuzzy toes were lined with black,
The same colour as his lips,
He purred while he massaged your back,
And showed his love with little nips.

We called him Frank-annoyed and Frankie-poo,
The Frankster, and The King.
That he was boss, we all knew,
And he'll still rule while on the wing.

I see him perched above them all,
Surrounded by his peers.
Furry minions at his beck and call,
And Britta's kisses still on his ears.

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