I cannot get this poem out of my head. It haunts me. Joyously, it haunts me. 

in another thread, this user writes:

my name is Dog,
and wen its tea,
i hope they giv
sum foode to me –
i hope they shair
befor its gon –
they never do.
i dont get non.


and then replies to their own comment:

my name is Cow,
and this is tru –
my caynine frend,
its up to yu.
so just be brayve
and smart insted –
and be like me.
i lik the bred.

First of all how dare you