Lick It! - A Poem

[With apologies to Devo]

Knees to lick!
Lick that hand real quick.
Make her yell ick!
Give my tongue a flick.

When a biped’s face is near, I must lick it.
When I smell a funky foot, I must lick it.
When salt is on the skin, I must lick it.

Now lick it!
The leg’s placed!
Wet it down!
In haste!
Sneak forward!
Tongue’s stretched!
Try to reach it!
No need to kvetch!
Just lick it!
Lick it good!

When a bare leg’s in my sight, I must lick it.
Out of humor or from spite, you know I’ll lick it.
The bipeds won’t excite, unless I lick it.

I will lick it!
Lick your face!
I will lick it!
With no grace!

Use that tongue!
Lick on old and young!
Drinks will be flung!
They’ll jump like unsprung!

When a biped’s leg is seen, I must lick it.
Show who is the beagle queen, when I lick it.
I’ll make them yell and keen, when I lick it.

Now lick it!
Note the taste!
Of the knee!
Like paste!
Flick forward!
On her face!
Or on her arm!
She’d better brace!
I’ll lick it!
What a scheme!
All the day!
You’ll scream!
Tongue forward!
On your head!
You can’t avoid it!
You’re full of dread!
I’ll lick it!
Lick you good!