Lorenzo
His crime was peeing on the floor,
and pooping on the same.
He got so old, that uncontrolled,
the turds would leave his body.
The pee would flow, down his elbow,
and make a pool of potty.
"What's this about!?"
My landlord shouts,
"Not in the house!"
"Not on the rug!"
"C'mon Lorenzo don't look so smug..."
"It wasn't me!"
"That's not my pee!"
"I’ve never seen that before!"
I love you buddy
You’re cute and cuddly
But i’ve got chores left to do.
The kids are all grown
And this is our home
I can’t constantly clean up your poo
I know you get sad
And it smells really bad
When you mix doggy ointments and farts
But I look in your eyes
And then you look in mine
And I know what's in both of our hearts
For so many years
You’d perk up your ears
As I jingled my keys by the door
You’d come bounding toward me
To love and adore me
I wouldn’t be sad any more
I wish I could do
What you've done for my cup
By filling it over and over
But I can’t seem to muster
I lack all the luster
Of your joyful and care-free composure
You’ve given so much,
Your light was left on,
and only could last for awhile
humans give love
In pieces and hugs
But dogs give it all in a pile.
If I gave my heart every time at the start
And saw every day as brand new
I’d probably explode or be found by the road
I don’t know what my body would do
As far as Lorenzo,
His body was shot
And his suffering came to an end.
Stumbling into the kitchen, my landlord said
“Listen…”
“That dog was my very best friend”
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