I Hate Dogs
Too many big and small
It doesn't matter, I hate them all.
I hate when they run, I hate when they leap.
I hate when they frolic in their sleep.
I hate how much they love to cuddle.
Their love is never very subtle.
I hate when they lick away your tears.
And comfort you as you face your fears.
I hate when they tilt their head and stare,
And snip and chew, on your long hair.
I hate when they hunt and kill a bug,
And track their filth across the rug.
I hate when they jump on your private places,
Or hit the window with their faces.
I hate every, dog, except a dog named Red,
I still love him, even though he’s dead.
Copyright © Skye Robertson | Year Posted 2017
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