Misery Upon My Knee

A more woeful little thing I'd never seen, truly! Its eyes were the saddest I'd beheld - miserably forlorn, reflecting despair, and probably pain. I sat it on my knee and there it continued moping.

"I am so sad..."

"No one understands me. No know knows the sorrow in my heart."

"Would you care to listen to me? Would you care to save me from my gloom?"

"Love me, darling, just be mine completely..."

"Ahhh, no? Then, let me go on wallowing in my misfortune..."

Dear, dear! I can't be yours, but you can be mine.