[Allen Tice]

I've done just enough to offend.
My purpose was rather to mend.
Mike thinks I don't care
For his air debonair,
But doggies will pant on a friend.

If he places his nose next my nozzle
I'll show he's much more than schlimazel.
With my voice that's now scented
With a drink I invented,
We'll bay in duets as we sozzle.

Those others who labor to score
With efforts I'll simply ignore,
Don't understand why
A boy such as I
Remembers things others deplore.

I've decided to also employ Porthos, Athos, and, of course, that manly manly manly scent, Aramis!