Some may call me a poser,
But at heart I’m just a composer,
And I spend a lot of time,
Thinking up words like these that rhyme.
So rub my tummy if you must,
That you won’t tickle it I do trust,
Else you risk becoming a wretch,
For I really do like to stretch.
As I lay and stare at the ceiling,
I can’t help but get a feeling,
That this is called a mews day,
Here on Tummy Rub Tuesday.