The Keaton's Regress

by Cucco of Time

This poem is from the view—point of someone who loved Keatons...before their horrible regression.

The Keaton's Regress

Oh Keaton, oh Keaton, you once asked me questions and riddles.
Now all you want, Keaton, is my money for vittles.

You Keaton, oh Keaton, you once were a bright shade of yellow.
You made all my troubles become like marshmallow.

Now Keaton, oh Keaton, you irk me day after day.
Now you're a dull shade of orange or a bleak shade of grey.

Oh Keaton, sweet Keaton, I used to gain bliss
From your three fluffy tails; that's something I miss.

Oh Keaton, cruel Keaton, tears fall from my eyes.
You feed off my suffering and want my demise!

Oh Keaton, poor Keaton, you must be trapped there internally,
But you're just too far gone...I'll miss you for all of eternity...

Note: In case you didn't realize this, this poem is about the regression of Keatons from the friendly ones in MM to the brutal ones in tMC.