Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr

I cope with commercials that sit on my head, that wallop my westerns, and leave them for dead. They shoot me and loot me till I go to bed. I scream at a stop light that steps on my brake, that raises my hackles till knucklebones ache. They turneth me into a coiled rattlesnake. I hate when my hamburg is freckled with fat. What does "extra lean" mean? Is it idle chitchat? I'll be giving the grocer a crisp caveat. I abhor dirty dishes piled high in the sink, or when morning coffee is too cold to drink, or when my dear children push me to the brink! I detest barking dogs when I'm trying to snooze. Discourteous crows also fail to amuse. Perhaps I'll reserve a Caribbean cruise!