The Basset Hound
“Who’s the boss ?” I heard her say.
ME, I tell her every day!
I let you know by my stare
when you force me off the chair.
You leave the room to get a drink,
I’ll have that chair again - I think.
You come back in and spoil my fun.
I have to sit on the other one.
“Get off!” You’re on my case again.
Oh well that’s me - no pain - all gain.
I mutter as I leave the couch.
“ I heard that then - you’re such a grouch!”
Well that takes the biscuit if you please,
She’s the one who spoilt my ease.
Talking of which, where’s the tin?
She’ll use it soon to bribe me in
the kitchen then she’ll close the door.
She’s won that battle but not the war.
Cos I’ll now pee upon the floor --Tsk Tsk
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