The Dog
The dog is drinking out of the toilet again
I can’t find my right foot.
What do you mean the dog chewed it up?
He wants to come in
He wants to go out
Honey do you smell something funny?
Is that a stain on the carpet?
Where the heck was Banjo last night?
He smells like a skunk.
Did you feed him this morning?
He has to have his treats
And rabies my God
He could be deceased.
He lies on the floor
And pretends to sleep
But he is always awake
When I try to leave
Loyal he may be
But he’s a pain
In my rear
Because he knows me
Better than you do my dear.
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