Pissed off!
 

This really is the pits
 

Feel more like lying in front of the fireplace
 

This is the shits
 

But she’s got the leash I rest my case
 

She knows I can’t talk
 

With words not too fleet
 

I’d refuse doing the walk
 

On this soaking wet street
 

You wouldn’t send a dog out in this weather
 

I curled my eyes to heaven on high
 

When she noticed she said whatever
 

Not caring my sigh
 

Soaking boots trudging through this mess
 

Just to go for a pee
 

No toilet training I confess
 

Just the odd tree
 

With a little effort I would think
 

Both of us would have been better off
 

Shown me how to use toilet and sink
 

And all the other stuff
 

Trudging through misery instead
 

Another lousy day
 

From head to toe soaking wet
 

Oh I wish it were May
 

She’s alright though, carries a paraplui
 

Raincoat and gear
 

                      All I hear, is come on Louis,
 

Come on, come on dear!