Poem: It’s A Bloody Good Job I Love You.
It’s A Bloody Good Job I Love You.
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You are not a proper pet
You won’t do anything you’re told
You never fetch things when I ask
You’re bloody feet are always cold.
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You’re totally immune to rules
You leave a mess each place you go
And when I tell my mum you’re crap
She always says I told you so.
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It’s not as if you guard the house
Through all the hours of the night
‘Cos once you stretch out on the bed
You go out like a bloody light.
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If I awake and hear a noise
You’re sleeping like a bloody stone
So even though you’re twice my size
I have to go and look alone.
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