The Drooling Baggage
It was a silly little thing,
I thought I could survive it.
But it followed that monster everywhere,
And I knew it would divide us.
It's tiny little button nose was the cutest thing about it.
It's slimy tongue and whiny cries would all but keep me near.
I knew I’d have to leave it behind, the monster and its follower.
So I picked a ball, a red one, and threw it far outside.
But to this day I won’t forget;
The ball was bouncing in the road, but
The only thing that brainless creature saw
Was the monster that it followed.
Then that stupid little mutt,
In all in nasty glory,
Lept out the door and bit the monster in the butt.
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