the new puppy had scattered bows and ribbons and wrapping paper all over the house.
Clean as I would, exhausted as I could be,
there was always a new surprise in store for me.
When at last I was done and the trash was hauled out,
I sat down to relax, but there suddenly came a shout.
I jumped up from my chair, alarmed by the clatter, I ran to see just what was the matter.
And what to my wondering eyes should I find?
The puppy had eaten a hole in the behind
of my partners favourite shorts...
In rebuke no doubt for spoiling his sports.
