You've just about done it
I'm just about through
Can't keep it together
I'm fed up with you
Your paws are so heavy
As you stand on my leg
You're clearly not hungry
And yet you still beg
With a wag of your tail
And a thump of your rear
You've ruined the plants
Mom's been growing all year
You've gotta fuzz on your head
And fluff on your butt
You look like a pure-bred
But you act like a mutt
You're happy to see us
Guess how we know
That's inappropriate doggy
We don't want that show
It smells like a dog mouth
Two inches away
"Hah hah hah hah"
Is that all you can say?
The stream from your tongue
Is almost touching the ground
Close your mouth Wrigley
You drool like a hound
You've got burrs in your tail
And mud on your feet
If you jump on me again
I'll cry in defeat
Please I just fed you
This isn't your food
Now go eat your kibble
Don't leave it half chewed
You knock over your water
Right after I fill it
If your really are thirsty
Then why must you spill it
You stare through the door
As we're eating our meal
What do you want, dog
What is your deal
So sore and so painful
Your claws in my skin
Alright! I get it!
Stop! You win!
Way back when we got you
You were so tiny, so cute
But you're all grown up now
One big dumb galoot
You've ripped up my stuff
You've torn up my skin
You've driven me crazy
Again and again
So ask if I love you
I suppose so, but why
I guess it's because
You're my Wrigley guy
-vc
