Scowling, I walk downstairs
Pippin is barking again, and again
His bark as sharp as a Ginzu knife
It pierces the ears, makes eardrums
Metaphorically bleed with annoyance
"I am getting rid of you
Then I'll only have two
A caramel colored girl
And a snowy white boy
The brown spotted shih tzu gone"
"But where would I go?
To the cornfields? To the beach?"
"No my little pretty," I cackle with glee
"You will go to she, the mother of me
Judy. She will fix thee."
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