I hate being a dog at Christmas ..Part two
I hate being a dog at Christmas ..Part two
It’s here again.
the day of the Sprout,
Everyone’s here
but won’t take me out.
I still get patted,
and told to “move”,
but where do I move to?
in this leggy crowd.
It’s quieter this year,
and I don’t know why,
grandpa’s not here,
making some of ’em cry.
The smells are the same.
and the clatter of pots,
I hope my dinner is ready
and this time, I get lots.
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