Can you believe, I’m jealous of my dog?
He gets to lay around like a log.
I have to get up and out in all the weather.
All of my supplies, I must gether.
Out the door. In the car.
While he stays all snug and warm, not moving far.
He might poke out his nose. Or uncover and ear.
3 inches of rain, I did hear.
Why? Why can’t I stay home all snug and warm?
No! Out into the world, I must go perform.
Rain, snow, ice, extreme temps galore.
And some days it’s really a bore.
I know I’d have so much more fun at home.
Maybe even get to draw a gnome.
We need a roof. A bed. And food on the table.
So as long as I’m able;
I schlump out in the rain or cold.
For a great number of days untold.
I’m so jealous of my dog.
Now, I get to drive to work in the fog.
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