My Dog is a capital God
He cannot wipe his own bum
Twenty figures to balance on as he tic tacs along the floorboards
Announcing his arrival with a polite warning
That he is here
And his motive I do understand
That he needs to shit in the bushes away from me
But on occassion he must display his faeces to me or I will trip over his turds
As spongy shit between my toes he reminds me of what i did not attend to.
And nor can he
He needs not to wipe his arse or think
He has no need to drink nought 'cept water
He appreciates me wiping his bum
But I struggle to see the purpose of unwrapping a roll of paper
When my dog will drop his shit and not appreciate how annoying he is
I rellish the smell of discord as it wiggles my concsience
And I need to wallow
In your sewer.